It was an enduring trait from my mortal days that the sound of a phone ringing at odd hours filled me with a sense of foreboding . I glanced at the phone before answering it , slowly awakening myself from the quiet solitude in which I had been enmeshed for several days . Lestat 's voice on the line was strained and his tone conveyed a sense of urgency and a glimpse of his underlying sorrow more faithfully than his words .

Options:
--He has died.
--None of the above choices ..
--He has had a row.
--He has been ill.
Q: what has happened to the narrator at some point prior to this ?
He has died