...Bleeert.... Bleeeeert....
"Hmmmhummm? Mom? What? It's four a.m." That was a little fuzzy even for a morning person like Francine. Fuzzy enough that "Okay, timezones, yeah," worked as an answer to her mother's reply; it would take more sleep and possibly coffee to remember it was an hour earlier in Houston. "What's wrong?"
( Cut for conversation, Comments for God Help Us All. )
[OOC: Fear the icons.]