11/03 cont. 

There was nothing but silence. The recorder did not pick up any sound for 60 seconds. 

Steven: "Fuck..."

The whisper was barely caught by the recorder, but anger and annoyance was evident. 

"I said, who's there!?"

The squeaking sound of a bed rang out, signalling that someone got out of bed. There was a quick mutter of swear words before the sound of glass being moved around overpowered such words. The glass crunched.

"FUCK! Glass? What the fuck!"

Steven: "I did try to do this in a nicer way, but no..."

"What was that?"

There was a sigh.

Steven: "I can't do this anymore, I'm coming in."

Whatever glass remained was shattered, and Steven made his way inside.

"Hello, Anthony ~"