"Well well well, look who decided to call me back."

"I'm seriously freaked out right now. Is this some kind of prank? I mean...it must be, right? You've got to be pulling my leg. There's no way in hell that you can actually see the future. That would be...that would be impossible, right? I mean...I mean...do you know my music teacher or something? Did you...did you see him over the summer and already know that he had broken his leg? Yes? Yes. That must be it. I...I...just stop it...I know I broke up with Brendan and everything but I...that isn't a reason for you and everyone else to start hating me again so just...just please stop. I...I don't know how much more of these pranks I can take."

"Prank? You seriously think I would play a prank on you just because you broke up with some douchebag?"

"He wasn't a...look, you don't need to play dumb with me. This is just another one of your lame pranks but I've had enough of it, okay? It's just...it's just really, really dumb. It's just...shallow. I...it's temperamental and just...wrong. You can't seriously just go back to hating me just because I broke up with some popular guy. I mean...it was wrong that all you guys suddenly became friends with me just because I was dating him but I...I don't even know any more. Just give it a rest, okay?"

"Me? What the hell did I do?"

"This. You're doing this, right now. You're playing another lame prank on me to try and make me miserable. Well, guess what honey? I'm done. I am done with every single one of you. It's not my fault that a bunch of snobs have nothing better to do than bully someone for having a little less money in the bank."

"You seriously still think this is a prank?"

"Oh for God's sake, give it up already. Run along to your friends and tell them that your stupid prank failed. Come up with something a little more believable next time."

"If it's so unbelievable, why did you call me back?"

"Well...I...we had a deal."

"Really? That's how you want to justify it? You act like I threatened your life or something."

"You sort of did."

"I did?"

"You told me I was going to die."

"Yeah. That's not a threat. That's just a heads up."

"Then what's the point?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say...I did believe you, hypothetically of course, and you could see the future. Why would you bother calling me if you knew I was going to die? What's the point of calling me and warning me of my death when you know I'm going to die anyway?"

"I...I don't...that's an excellent question."

"I know. That's why I asked it."

"I guess I just...I just don't want you to die."

"Why would you care if I die or not?"

"I...I know you and I...not having you around...it would be...it wouldn't be right."

"You know me?"

"Yeah...pretty well, actually."

"But I don't...I don't recognize your voice."

"It's called a voice changing app, honey."

"Don't you honey me!"

"You called me honey earlier!"

"And? It's okay if I do it!"

"You're impossible!"

"You're a twat!"

"Twat? Really, twat? That's the best you could come up with? That is such a British thing to say."

"Believe it or not hanging out at a posh, British boarding school kind of does that to a person."

"You know what? Fine. If you don't believe me, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Wait...I...this really isn't a prank?"

"...no. I kind of wish that it was though."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I...you have no idea how terrified I was when I realised you were going to die."

"Do you...can you prove to me that you know me?"

"How do you propose I do that?"

"I...tell me something that I would only tell someone who was close to me."

"Okay...uh...on your first day at the academy, you were insulted so badly by the other kids that you ran into the music room. And you cried for a bit. But then...then you started to sing. It was...it was a song that you wrote. And you didn't play the piano or anything. You just sang. And you sang until lunch break was over because you didn't want to face the other kids. And you...you've eaten lunch in the music room ever since."

"What was the song called?"

"Huh?"

"What was the title of the song? Anyone could have walked in on me doing that. What was the song called? That's something somebody close to me would know."

"You've got a hold on me."

"..."

"That's what the song is called. It's two verses long. It has a chorus, obviously, and a bridge towards the end which really showcases your amazing voice. You never wrote the sheet music for it, because that was never really your thing, but Nate did. Your friend Nate, he...he wrote the backing music for you."

"Well, I...that is surprisingly accurate...pretty much detail for detail, actually."

"You believe me now?"

"I...I think so. But I...that means that I...I'm really going to..."

"...die?"

"...yeah. How much...how much time have I got left?"

"I...I don't know exactly. I don't really get dates with these sort of things but you...you barely look different from what you look like now."

"Not even a year older?"

"I...I can't tell for sure. But...you...you were wearing your school uniform and you graduate at the end of this year so I...it can't really be more than a year away."

"How...how does it happen?"

"I don't know if it would be right to tell you that. As...as a matter of fact, this was such a dumb thing to do. You...you were right. I shouldn't have called. It...it was pointless. It's not as if I can stop it from happening. I...I've just put all these thoughts of death in your head. That...that wasn't fair of me. God, this was so selfish. I...just forget I ever called you."

"Wait, hang on-"