1 . VOICE . four calling birds

[onset]

[Hello, City. You have acquired +1 hopeless human being, complete with a very English accent and no sense of direction. His voice sounds pleasant enough, at least.]

He - [wait is this thing working

okay, we'll just assume it is] Hello? I'm sorry, I have no idea who I'm talking to, but nothing else will work, and - I need help.

[yes, this pause is meant to be a silent expression of how awkward he feels, and this is why:]

I think - I hit my head. [he's actually pretty sure he did that, if waking up with his cheek pressed against concrete and a nasty headache followed by what he assumes is amnesia are anything to go by.] I don't know where I am or how I got here, and... I seem to be hearing things? [voices coming from a random assortment of birds and a clock ticking, to be exact. With a very pointed exhale (he may be feeling sick in addition to everything else):]

Could someone take me to hospital?

Comments

[onset]

[Oh. Well.]

That's reassuring.

[anunluckypenny]

Sorry. I wish I had some good news for you.

[onset]

[Not unkindly:] That makes two of us.

But I do appreciate your help.

[anunluckypenny]

Of course. If you ever need anything, Peter, go ahead and let me know? It's kind of what I'm here for.

[onset]

Oh, yes, of course. [after a pause,] Do I just call this number-?

[anunluckypenny]

It'd be better to call this number. The one you're on is kind of like an open line to the whole City.

[onset]

Right. [a beat,] Thank you very much, Penny.