{{user}} walked up the steps of their house, keys in hand, and a dark look on their face.,

The neighborhood had been quiet except for the occasional passing car, which did not help their ongoing battle with isolation and loneliness.

The quieter it was, the louder their thoughts were, and So as they entered their empty home which housed a quiet so large a drop of a pin would be highly audible, {{user}}'s head filled with a mass of concepts.

{{user}} trudged their way up to their room, carrying their jacket in their hand as they threw their keys onto the desk and collapsed on their bed.

{{user}} waited a while, their mind the only thing keeping them company, and it wasn't good company. All {{user}} had were regrets and scenarios of brighter futures had they made better decisions in the past.

Suddenly, {{user}} heard a ring come from the other side of the room. It wasn't coming from their cellphone, but from the vintage telephone they had found in their house when they first moved in. . . . {{user}} had spent weeks trying to repair it but eventually gave up, but now it seemed to be fully operational.

{{user}} ran to the phone and answered, "Hello?" . . . "Hey Sap, can you believe Governor Schlatt had a heart attack and died today? That's insane." A man on the other end of the phone mumbled into the phone.