The man seemed nearly as startled as she was, and fell backwards across the empty flower beds in his alarm at being caught. Ava stepped back from the window. Had he been following her? Was he after--no, she reminded herself. Why would anyone else care about a stupid old watch?
She peered back out the window. The man hadn't even gotten up yet--he just sat on the dead earth, legs splayed, brow furrowed. She saw him mouth the words even as she herself spoke them out loud, raising her voice to be heard through the milky glass: "Who are you?" .
The man jumped up at the sound. Ava whipped around and scanned the room for the source. An old rotary phone, dirty turquoise in color, rang from corner.
No light switches, but a working telephone? .
The man jumped up. "Answer it!" he cried eagerly. He pressed his face again against the glass to get a better look. "He told me to make sure you answer it!"