The ringing phone's outside

Soon enough you hear the sound of her phone playing a mindless pop tune by one of those ex-teen stars. Okay, it's silly to get excited by the thought of having a phone of your own, but you've waited your entire life to have one, endured grade after grade of humiliation as everyone else had one. Never a single call or a single text to you. Then your dunce of a sister gets one simply for getting straight D's on her final report card.

Dropping the dressing gown in your excitement you head off to track down this prize, and pause when you realize where the ringing is coming from.

"Shit, it's outside," you say as you find yourself at the patio doors and staring out into your backyard. The little pink phone vibrates atop a small table, along various sun screens. "If I don't get it mom'll be pissed," you think, and even if you're in your sister's body she's bound to get pissed if you don't answer.

The phone rings a third time and you wonder if you can reach it before she hangs up, or if you have enough time to grab the robe and throw it on again. Would anyone be out there watching? Does it even matter?