Why did the phone have to ring? Iris Liu grumbled when she heard it ringing over the music she had playing through her stereo. Three weeks ago she had purchased her first home. It was a quaint little townhouse. She had gotten it at a good price. It was livable but needed some updating. She was spending all her free time trying to fix it up to her tastes. To save on money, she was trying to do as much as she could on her own. She was up on a ladder, trying to paint a wall, when her phone rang.<br/><br/>"Screw it, I'll let the machine get it."<br/><br/>Iris told herself out loud. It was her day off, she was going to get this damn room painted. When Iris set her mind to something, she wanted to get it done, as soon as possible. It always drove her parents and her brother nuts. Speaking of her brother...Her machine beeped that she couldn't come to the phone.<br/><br/>"Iris? Iris. I know you're home. Answer your bloody phone. I'm just going to keep calling until you do."<br/><br/>It was Ian, her twin brother, on the answering machine. Iris cursed, she knew Ian. He would keep calling and calling until she answered it. She looked over where the cordless phone was sitting on the table and sighed. She hated ladders. It took a while to talk herself into climbing it. Wanting her living room painted, outweighed her fear. Problem was, if she went down it, she probably wouldn't go back up it again. Plus, Iris didn't doubt that whatever Ian wanted would take all day. That was just how he was. She needed to get this wall painted. She didn't want to leave it half assed. It would look terrible if she didn't finish it.<br/><br/>Iris knew she shouldn't but she made a slight movement with her head to bring the phone to her. Ever since she could remember, she could move objects with her mind. Nothing too huge, just a glass here, a tv remote there. It made life a little easier. One day her grandmother had caught her doing it and warned her it was dangerous to use gifts like that too much. Especially to be lazy. Iris and her brother were Chinese British citizens. Their father had been born in Beijing and had married their mother, who was a British citizen. Iris and Ian had been taught to respect their elders. Not just their parents but to also respect their grandparents. Grandma Liu had been a wise woman and Iris tried to remember her grandmother's lesson about her telekinesis. She didn't use it often.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Grandmother, but your grandson will nag me all day and night until I answer it."<br/><br/>Iris said out loud, apologizing to her grandmother's spirit. Grandma Liu had passed away five years ago but Iris thought she'd better cover her butt just in case Grandmother had decided to pay her a visit. Not that Iris could see spirits, but Chinese folklore was full of stories about spirits and it was better safe, then sorry with the supernatural.<br/><br/>Just as Iris used her mind to bring the phone up to her ear, Ian was calling, again. She set the brush down on the tray that was at the top of her ladder to answer the phone.<br/><br/>"Yes, Ian?"<br/><br/>He grumbled about her taking so long to answer. It annoyed Iris, like she was supposed to drop everything in the world for him. Apparently he had a few days off. The case he had been working on, had been settled out of court, and Ian decided to come visit her. He was offering to help with some of the remodeling needed for her new home.<br/><br/>"Great! I'm at-"<br/><br/>Iris was going to give him directions but Ian cut her off. He was terrible with directions. The man rarely drove because he always got lost. Ian lived in London, he worked as a barrister. Every where he went was by cab or train. Iris was the one that had been blessed with a sense of direction. Iris agreed to pick Ian up at Amersham Station.