No Answer

Who: Open to those leaving messages for Caleb
Where: Phone Messages
When: All Day - Wednesday, August 15th 2007

From Dorian:

8:15 AM - Caleb. It's Dorian. Where are you? Please answer your phone and let me know you're okay.

11:45 AM - Seriously, Caleb. Call me. I'm worried about you.

3:07 PM - It's Dor again. Please pick up the phone.

5:23 PM - Just let me know you're okay. At some point I need to call the cops.

8:10 PM - Okay... I'm calling the police... Please come home.

From Mathias:

10:30am Bro? Dorian says you didn't come home last night. Call me.

12:00 Caleb - look, I'm sorry. I should have told you. I talked to Dorian and we need to get things sorted out. We don't want to do that without you. Can you call me. Or Dor - either one. Or, better still - go home.

3:20pm Call Dorian. I get you don't want to talk to me, but call your brother - he's shitting bricks.

5:35pm Dammit Caleb - please don't do this again. Dorian's threatening to call the police and I don't blame him. Just fucking pick up the damn phone!

7pm. Pick up

7:30pm Pick. Up

8:00pm You know, why do I waste my breath? Oh yeah - you're my brother. Fuck it all to hell, Caleb - pick up the FUCKING PHONE

8:30pm I'm driving round Marquette - if I see you, I swear I will drag you into this damn car by the scruff of your scrawny little fucking neck and my god you'll not do this again you lit...

8:32pm Look, bro. Sorry - I didn't mean that. I'm just worried, that's all. Please call me. Please?

From Leija:

12:33 pm - Hey, it's Leija. If you couldn't tell from the caller ID. ... you're probably sleeping or something, but I just wanted to ... call. See how you were, and ... yeah, is that weird? I dunno. I hate talking to these things. Call me back whenever you want. If you want.

2:18 pm - Hi, it's me again. I was just in the shower and I thought I heard the phone ring, but ... guess not. Call me. Bye!

6:47 pm - Hey, I'm ... probably being rampantly paranoid, but if you're mad at me or something, I'd really like to talk about it? I know the other night was kind of weird, but yeah. ... I'm gonna feel really stupid when you just like ... forgot your phone at home or something. Please call me when you get this. Laugh at me too, 'cause now I'm nervous.

9:30 pm - Caleb, really. Please?

10:53 pm - Okay, I'm sorry for whatever I did or didn't do or whatever's wrong. I'm sorry I'm like, phone-stalking you or whatever. I'm just worried, okay? Call me to tell me you hate me, just please call me.

11:30 pm - ....

11:56 pm - I'll just ... try you tomorrow. ... I'm sorry.

From Tensiel:

2:00pm - Hi Caleb? Where are you? We can't find you anywhere... uhm, obviously. Please call one of us or something.

4:00pm - Caleb, please call somebody. Even if its Mathias. Worried about you.

6:45pm - Okay, I've looked everywhere I can for you. I was doing that earlier too, just so you know. And I'm going to do it again. I hope you're okay. I do, so much.

9:03pm - Whoever has Caleb's phone right now? If you're not Caleb I hope you know I'm going to hunt you down and tear you apart if you've put a hand on him! You won't wish you'd been born!! [string of unrepeatable cursing en Francais followed by the phone being slammed against a a car seat]