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Uldren was trying to sleep when his phone went off. When he wasn't trying desperately to cling to the feeling he kept assuming was his sister and trying to force her to speak to him again. She had grown quiet more often than not, he felt her less with each passing day.

The sound of the phone vibrating startled him. He checked it and hesitated for a moment, then responded.

Yes. Would you prefer to talk over this or would you rather we speak in the common area?

It's called a living room Uldren.