“The annoying rattling of the PHONE disturbed Dr. Ferrell's morning sleep. The more tightly he pressed the pillow to his ears, trying to drown out this ringing in his head, the stronger and more intrusive it became. Across the room, Emma shifted restlessly on her bed. In the dim light of the early morning, he could only guess the silhouette of her body under the sheets. Who had the idea to call at such an hour? Through the last fragments of sleep, indignation rose..."