I was looking for somebody´s number in my phone today, and I found yours. I was in a hurry, rushing through the list I wished to complete by the end of the day, and there you were. In black and white on the screen. The letters of your name ringing out, as if you were still there. A name in my list of contacts. A cell phone number not dialled for some time, staring at me as if the signs and numbers themselves were eyes, had a presence. What would happen if I called you? If I let my fingers slide across the touch-screen, swipe the call – icon to dial your number? Would there be a ring-tone? And, if there were, how many? Would there be a click before the voicemail automatically switched on, at the end of that last ring-tone? Or would that last one end in silence? If you could pick up, what would you say? Would you tell me where you are? How you are doing? What you are doing? Would …