Tim dropped his bag on the floor of the little cabin. It made a thud sound, and a crinkly noise. He pulled out his phone and turned it on. [i]You have 42 missed calls.[/i]Oh, god. He decided to call her back now.

"Hallo? Who dis?" asked a woman with an obviously Asian accent.

"Hi, mom. It's me. I'm done with all the stuff for today an-"

"Oh! Tim! You hur? I not pack enough dumpling? You haf enough sock?" Tim's mother continued to worry, fret and question for another half hour. During which, he had enough time to unwrap the bubble wrap making the crinkling sound in his pack, get the laptop out, do a quest in Oblivion, and pick up the phone again to hear the end.