Calmly and collectively, Mary Maloney stood for five seconds staring over him, the dead body. The coldness from the lamb froze her hands, the finger, the palms, the nails. She leant down to feel his pulse but the frost from her hands restricted from doing so. "Now what"? She said aloud. An idea came to mind, "what if I, no". Mary walked around the body staring at it as if she was crazy, was she? Mary walked into the kitchen and re-wrapped the lamb, the paper, the string, the tape, all as if it were brand new. It was silent, not a sound, a beat (besides her own), or even the wind, nothing. But then "ding ding ding". she turned the dial, who was she calling?