The incessant phone ringing resounded within the room, disturbing Lane's rest.
Whose phone was that? Who was so stupid to set such a loud, annoying ringtone on their phone?
Lane groaned heavily, rolling over as he snuggled to…
To nothing?
Lane's eyes snapped open, staring straight ahead. The bed was empty. Damien's scent still clung to the covers, but the man himself was nowhere to be seen.
Lane lifted himself up, wanting to look around to solve this mystery… But then he noticed that 'his' hands were larger than he remembered, his fingers thick.
Ah, right. He died again, and was now in a new body.
So that also answered his question about the phone - it was Oscar's. Lane obtained it the previous night, but hasn't bothered to do anything with it yet.
Grumbling and mumbling, he scrambled out of bed to check who was calling, and his whole face twisted when he saw the name on the screen. Commander Gracie Collins.
