"Uhh, hi, uhh, is Ike there?"
"No sorry. He's at the studio at the moment. Can I ask who's speaking?"
Babsie had gotten the impression that this was some fan. Somehow a few of them had gotten this number and she had found some err, interesting ways of sending them home as it were. However, this particular person sounded... sounded like she needed help.
"I'm Candice."
"Oh! You're Candice. Ike's been telling me all about you."
There was a nervous laugh.
"I guess I'm in trouble then."
"He thinks the world of you." Babsie replied, an obvious smile in your voice. "I can get you the number for the studio, hey did you try his moblie?"
"His what?"
"Uhh, sorry. I still have to get used to American lingo. I mean his cell phone."
"Yeah. It's switched off."
"Ok. Well do you have a piece of paper? Cause I can give you the studio number -"
"No, don't worry about it. I wouldn't want to bother him."
Babsie had a sudden hunch she should not hang up the phone.
"I don't think you'll ever be a bother to him." Babsie informed her. "Hey, you want to hang out later? I'm Babsie by the way. My cousin Rita is -"
"Taylors' wife. We've met. Umm, look, I'd like to but, umm, I really have to go."
"You sure?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"Well, feel free to call me anytime ok? I can get Ike to give you a call if ya want."
"Yeah, sure. Um thanks. Bye."
Candice hurriedly hung up the phone. Babsie paused for a moment, then pressed the button and dialed the studio.
"Hey Tay, this is Babsie, can you get me Ike?"
"He's kinda in the middle of something -"
"I don't give a stuff." Babsie retorted. "I just got a call from Candice. I think something's wrong. Just tell him to get over to her place pronto."
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Isaac knocked on the door.
"Hello?" he called.
There was no reply. Curious, he started wandering around the house. He entered the back yard and...
"Candice." He whispered. "Oh no, oh please no."