"Hello." 

"Hello? Who is this? I don't have the number saved in my phone."

"Do I currently have the honour of speaking to Eleanor Clarke?"

"What the- how the hell do you know my name?"

"That's for me to know...and you to find out."

"No. I am not even kidding right now, this is seriously creepy. How do you know my name? Is this another one of Brendan's friends convincing me to get back together with him?"

"NO! God no. The minute I become friends with Brendan Stone is the day I die."

"What the actual hell? Are you some sort of goddamn stalker?"

"You're going to die."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, you didn't hear me? Maybe the phone connection is a little dodgy. Don't worry, I'll repeat myself. You, my dear Eleanor Clarke, are going to die. Soon."

"What the hell?"

"You still didn't hear me? Man, the signal must be dodgier than I th-"

"I heard you, you goddamn idiot, I jus-"

"Would you please stop using the Lord's name in vain?"

"Oh great. Just flipping brilliant. My creepy ass murderous stalker happens to be religious. What are the freaking odds? What are you, part of some sort of religious cult that stalks and kills innocent teenage girls?"

"Nope. I just happen to have a friend who's religious and he always tells me not to use the Lord's name in vain, so I'm not going to let you get away with it when I can't."

"You know what? This is ridiculous. I'm just gonna hang up because-"

"No! Wait! Hang on a sec, I'm serious."

"About being a creepy stalker? Yeah, no thanks. I think I'll just-"

"No, wait! Hear me out, please."

"You haven't given me a reason to."

"Yeah...I know but...this is going to sound crazy."

"Crazier than you already sound?"

"Yup."

"Not possible."

"You'd be surprised."

"Try me."

"I can see the future."

"..."

"You alright there? You sound like a dying whale."

"I'm sorry. I get it now. This is a prank, isn't it?"

"I wish it was, believe me, but I'm completely serious. I can see the future and, last night, I saw that you're going to die. Soon."

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you."

"I can't."

"Then why did you bother calling me?"

"I have no idea."

"Then I guess I'll just-"

"Can you please stop trying to hang up on me? I'm trying to help you out here."

"By what, telling me that I'm going to die? Geez, thanks, help much appreciated, totally didn't work that out for myself. I just thought that I would be immortal, you know, despite everyone else dropping into a coffin every once in a while."

"You know, if I had known you would be so sarcastic, I wouldn't have called."

"Then why are you still speaking to me?"

"Why are you still speaking to me?"

"Good point. Time to hang up n-"

"No! Wait! I admit, I set myself up for that one but I...I don't want you to die."

"Great. I don't either. Now can I please just-"

"What if I could prove it to you?"

"That I'm going to die?"

"No...no. That I can see the future."

"Go ahead."

"Okay...okay. Let me think-"

"Of a way to get out of this conversation?"

"No I...I just...let me-"

"Hang up?"

"No...I...wait...I got it!"

"Got what?"

"A way to prove to you that I can see the future."

"Really?"

"Really. I propose a bet."

"A bet?"

"Yup. If my prediction comes true then you have to call me back tomorrow and hear me out."

"...okay. And what if it doesn't come true?"

"Then I'll call you back anyway."

"I'll block your number."

"...fine. Fine. You know what? Fine. If my prediction doesn't come true then I'll leave you alone."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay...what's your prediction, future boy?"

"Future boy?"

"Stop avoiding the question."

"Alright...I predict that tomorrow, your music teacher will come in with a crutch because he fell down the stairs at the weekend and broke his left leg."

"Why did he fall down the stairs?"

"I don't know. I can see the future, not read minds."

"Then how did you-"

"Call me back tomorrow when you see I'm not lying."

"Wait, wh-"