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Through the corner of your raw, sentiment-filled eyes you catch sight of an aqua-colored telephone and long to hear the voice of your dear old mama. As you are crawling across the tear-puddled floor to grab the phone on the table by stairway you stop, remember and murmur, "Good gods be damned. What is her phone number?" At home you just have it on speed dial.
  1. Call the operator for directory assistance.
  2. Ask your inner daemon if it remembers the number.
  3. Never mind. Call 555-CATS (the phone number from the note in Gar-Gar Non's fireplace) instead.