A phone rings. By the tone it is easily discernable that it is the calling end of the deal.

Phone:
Thank you for calling Virginia Mason. If you are experiencing a medical emergency please hang up and dial 911. Welcome to our new …

The picture opens up as a touch tone sound interrupts the prerecorded message. Scott Douglas sits in a dank motel room. Cheap multi colored bed coverings, generic art work bolted to the wall and not real light to speak of other than bedside lamps.

Phone:
Virginia Mason, how may I direct this call?

Scott Douglas:
Yeah, uh … Courtney Allen’s room, please.

Phone:
One moment.

After a popping yet clicking sound; the culmination of everything wrong with hold music rings out in a tingey tone from the spider glassed cell phone sitting next to “Sub Pop” Scott.

Phone:
I’m sorry, sir. What was the name again?

Scott Douglas:
Courtney Denise Allen.

Phone:
Ok, one moment.

This hold ends as swiftly as it had begun.

Phone:
Sir?

Scott Douglas:
Yeah.

Phone:
I’m sorry, sir … but we don’t have a patient by that name.

Scott Douglas:
Are you sure? Courtney Denise Allen?! Maybe Courtney Sarah … long story.

Phone:
I apologize sir but we have no recent record of a patient by either of those names.

Scott’s head falls to his hands.

Phone:
Sir?

Scott Douglas:
Thanks for your time.

Phone:
Thanks for calling --

Douglas reaches over and slams the phone somewhere amidst the end icon. No wonder the phone is now comprised of a thousand little razor blades.

Black.

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