When finally, Dale gives up trying to reach Gabriel, he puts down the phone quietly, his face white as sheet.
"Where is Sir Gabriel?" he mutters out loud.
"I don't know," Lucille says, surprised. "We've never been together."
Dale gives her a look. "I wasn't asking you."
"Then who are you asking? I'm the only person here," Lucille says, then she storms off.
Has the world gone mad, Dale wonders. He watches Lucille's figure recede down the corridor. Maybe it's that time of month when women get a little cranky for seemingly no reason.
