Isaac and Oliver
Isaac was in the basement. The last of the stuff that Zac hadn't been able to get rid of was now living in what used to be his room, and Isaac had moved all his things down into the basement's larger room.
Isaac hadn't completed decided which way would be the most effcient way to put his furniture, and he was doing some more readjusting (ahh, the wonders of telekinesis) when the phone rang.
He picked up the extension.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ike! Just the person I wanted to talk to."
"Hey Oli, what's up?"
"The space station," Oliver joked. "I tried to get you online, but you weren't on, so I decided to call instead of waiting."
"For?"
"To tell you the news."
"Which is?"
"You're getting published."
"I... I what?"
"You're getting published. Uncle Leroy showed your story to the guys in charge of the YIRAAS Newsletter - seeing as they're the only publishing type company we have. They're going to publish it. And what's more, they're going to make some sort of advertisement in the next newsletter so that anyone else who'd liek to write Dath/Sem stories can have the same offer."
"That's... that's great."
"Now, man, I know you wanted to be annonymous..."
"Yeah..."
"But I have been asked to give you a number to contact."
"Sure, I understand."
Oliver gave him the number, and instructed him to ask for Sue. After Isaac hung up with Oliver, he called Sue, and thus the ball was on it's downhill spiral.