[ When sound comes from Fern's phone, it's a confusing cacophony — she can't quite make out what's happening, but she hears enough bangs and whooshes and other unidentifiable noises for it to be a cause for concern. ]
Adrian? Adrian, are you there?
[ When he does eventually speak up, he sounds slightly harried. He also isn't making any sense. ]
— What are you saying? [ With a frustrated grunt, she pushes up into a sit on her creaky motel bed. ] It's Fern. Can you hear me?
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Adrian? Adrian, are you there?
[ When he does eventually speak up, he sounds slightly harried. He also isn't making any sense. ]
— What are you saying? [ With a frustrated grunt, she pushes up into a sit on her creaky motel bed. ] It's Fern. Can you hear me?