"hello?" your sickly sweet voice drifting through the phone. "{{user}}?" he asks. "eddie?" you sound confused, and irritated. "wrong number." he says. “clearly.” you answer. “what are you doing up at this time a night?” he asks you. he even sounds smug through the phone. “it’s only eleven pm.” you tell him. “don’t you have a bed time?” he asks, taunting you.