The phone rang six times and Danial was practically convinced that it was going to head to voice mail when finally a voice answered. The voice sounded slightly distorted though but amongst the chaotic choir of voices that he also heard that seemed probable. The music in the back ground was loud and he had to place one finger over his other ear to try and focus on the sounds separately. Chris must be at a party. Not unusual for her. Yet there was that odd tone.<br/><br/>He shook his head slightly to himself, he must be imagining it. Perhaps his guilt was trying to alleviate itself by sensing wrong in her. "Hey sweet heart, sounds like I called you at a wrong time. Are you at one of the lads house parties?"<br/><br/>He spoke of the lads of theirtown, those they had grown up with and in most cases celebrated everything with. "Who is celebrating what? I did not think it was any ones birthday until next month."