Literature
Seven seconds
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seven.
The cell phone on his bed vibrated, and Logan kept his own phone pressed to his ear, listening for the gawd-awfully irritating sound of a line failing to be picked up. Twelve irritating BWEEEPs, and his heart raced, raced, raced, for no good reason on Earth whatsoever.
Guten Abend! Apparently, the Incredible Nightcrawler, also known as Kurt Wagner, isn't available at the moment. Please call again later, or leave your message after the annoying BEEP sound you're about to hear. Or, of course, you can always nag Logan about my whereabouts; he's bound to know them. Well, auf Wiede