It was a moment before sunrise when I saw the Sun start turning into what I could only describe as "sardonic listlessness." It began humming at me as I sat on the Tall Hill. "Don't you think it's time you get ready for work?" The Sun said to me.

"I'm not going to work today. Last night I was taken by the storm clouds again."

"Well, I asked you to keep the light on didn't I? The storm clouds wouldn't have come if you'd left your light on."

"I can't sleep with the light on."

"And you can't sleep when you've been taken by the storm clouds."

I left the hill shortly after that moment. On the way down I told the Sun that it should really be nicer to me, but it only replied back,

"You first."

I then found myself staring at an ominous blue light with thousands of gridded numbers. In front of me was the stock data of 10,000 clients moving through the company. I made sure they were staying in good health, and if any glips were seen, I'd notify some department, where upon they would notify someone else, and so on.

I was on my eighth cup of coffee when I noticed the buzzing noise coming from the cubicle next to me. I leaned over and saw Karen starring at her ominous blue screen as usual. I asked her if she could turn down her radio but she simply said,

"It's not on."

"Oh, then what's that buzzing noise?"

"What buzzing noise?"

I sat back down and finished my coffee. I supposed it could have been a coffee buzz and I went about my business. Glips on the screen were charting red lines across other horizontal lines.

Then Karen started screaming, like a spider was about or something. I looked over and she's looking at the radio.

"What is it Karen?" I asked her with vague sympathy.

"My radio, it." She pointed at the radio as if it were some kind of serial killer witch who insulted her cooking. "It said, 'Henry.'" Her words were chocked, a tissue appeared between her fingers, dabbing her eyes.

"Okay? What's a Henry?" My vague sympathy was transformed into feigned disinterest.

"Henry is my husband. He died six months ago, today's his birthday."

My feigned disinterest was then once more transformed into a piqued curiosity.

"He's trying to contact you! Here, put this crystal on top of the radio." I handed her my transmitter quartz I kept to contact aliens in a pinch, but I figured this was just as cool. She put it on top of the radio and suddenly all the radios in the office started buzzing. I looked wide eyed at Karen, "He's got a message for you Karen. Can you hear it?"

"No, it just sounds like buzzing."

"That's just the coffee."

All at once the radios became silent and a young British woman's voice spoke across the cubicles. "Henry."

"Her." Karen said.