A call came to Circe 's phone from a Funderland extension.

"Hello, this Elizabeth Martens from the Funderland customer service department. I have a man on hold that says he's trying to get in contact with you? He says his name is..." there was a sigh from the earpiece of exhausted disbelief "Ram?... He says he... knows you from the club?" Another sigh, not as much disbelief this time but more suspicion that this wasn't someone Circe would want to be in contact with.

"Do you want me to tell him your unavailable?"