The voice on the answering machine sounds distraught, desperate.
"Hi. It's...errr...it's me. I was hoping to talk to you. But...um...I guess you're not in."
"Look, I really need to talk to you" (panic in the voice now) "I can't take this anymore. I'm afraid I might do something terrible. Please call. Please."
The pleading tone terrifies her. What could have happened? Leaving her shopping bags on the table she rushes over to the phone, starts to dial his number. Then she notices the calendar on the wall. Of course! It's April Fool's Day. How silly. Trust him to come up with a childish, predictable prank like that. And to think she almost fell for it. She shakes her head, amused at her own gullibility, then puts the phone down. She'll call him tomorrow. Just so he can't claim his prank worked.
Miles away, on the other side of town, a lone figure is sitting in his darkened apartment, staring at the phone. Eventually, he stops waiting, goes over to the window. Opens it. Steps out.