Pamela Isley was in the small cabin, that for a brief time had seemed brighter and cheerful then it ever had been, but was now back to what it had been, and wondered what she was going to do. The last thing she expected was the phone to ring. It was still plugged in. Where Phoebe had out it in to charge, had in fact insisted that she keep in charged. She had forgotten about it in the after match of everything. Now she leapt over to it, and snatched it up, expecting Phoebes voice when she answered it.

"Phoebe?" And then dread seized her heart, because she knew Phoebe would have texted. More private that way, and she could send long texts, whereas she knew Phoebe ran over words when she got excited and spoke fast. No, she knew who it was, and she closed her eyes. There was only a handful of people who even had her number. And only two who would contact her. Especially after findif out what she had today. And she had already ruled out Phoebe.

"Nicholas" her voice was soft, a whisper, filled with emotion she'd much rather hide. There was only three things she regretted doing in her life, and two of them were leaving her children.