Anxious, Sad Boy hits the dial tone. Darren has his fingers crossed.
"I hope he picks up."
"Me too."
"What do we do if he doesn't?"
Sad Boy shrugs. "Nah clue."
The dial tone starts ringing.
Sad Boy holds his breath.
It rings once.
Twice.
Three times.
Four.
Five.
Finally it stops.
"Hello, Doug?"
'-Hello, Doug DaCosta isn't here at the moment. Please leave a message after the tone.-'
"-Hey Mate. This is Sad Boy. I think ye have my backpack. If ye get this message, bring it over ASAP, thanks."
