The distinct sound of a ringing telephone breaks through the eerie silence of the night. The frigid air whistles against the window pane, as a tree behind his window softly sways in the cold winds, a chill in the air. Mark shivers, feeling as if the weather had seeped into his bones while he'd been asleep. Despite not wanting to, he rises from the comfort of his bed, rubbing at half-closed eyes, underlined by dark circles. hair disheveled, he lifts the phone up from its cradle. “Hello?”