"Hey ..." Alex said weakly. He’d never known his sister to phone him up, except at Christmas. There was an ominous silence. Alex blearily studied the cryptic buttons on the speakerphone. RDIAL, FLAS, PROGMA. No clue how to hang up. The open phone line sat there eavesdropping on him, a torment demanding response. "I’m okay," he protested at last. "How’re you, Janey?"