No one was answering the phone. The witches and the doctors were all down the hallway, tending to Annie. The Slayers were in the basement with Spike, helping secure their new 'guest.' And Baileigh was in the kitchen, staring down at the mug of tea that had been forced on her since no one wanted to let her help with...anything else.

So they gave her tea. Yes. That was logical. Because it was so goddamned calming and all.

And the phone kept ringing. And whoever it was wasn't hanging up. And she was angry, and sad, and angry, and not at all her usual self, and she threw the steaming cup across the kitchen, didn't even bother to watch the cup shatter, just stalked straight over to the extension and yanked the phone out of the cradle. "What?!" she snarled into the mouthpiece. "What do you want, what?!"