You know I really didn't think there would be a part 2. I thought we were done. It was weird, she was clearly disturbed (as many poor unfortunates in the past have been on talking to me), and that was that. She realised it was veering towards odd to call someone who had died 9 months earlier.

Then she called back.

There I was, descending into deepest darkest woodland*, where phone signals fear to tread, and deep undergrowth is plentiful, and my phone rings just long enough before the powers that be strip me of a signal. But not for soon enough for me not to look at the number.

I didn't know it, but it looked familiar. I wasn't sure, and then I got the voicemail.

"Hello. I don't know your name, but this is that boys mother. I just thought you should know." *click*

Thought I should know what? Having already established that she's a complete loon that's off the list. Or perhaps she was just checking that I hadn't been possessed by the ghost of Ryan in the past 3 weeks? Anyway, intrigued I called back....

Okay I didn't. I thought about it for about as long as it took for me to visualize an army of lawyers marching over the horizon in my direction and knocked the idea on the head.

The only thing I'm left wondering now is exactly how much mileage am I going to get out of this story?

In other news this is exactly what's wrong with the internet. As ever, words aren't needed at this point.

Christ sake.

*I daren't give out anything that might reval my location now!