[All right,] sighs Lazarus.

And a moment later: [Kolya? It's me.]

The third party to the call yelps wordlessly.

[Yes, I know, magic mental phone,] says Lazarus. [It's very weird. I'm with you there.]

[Where are you,] says a quiet, woeful voice presumably belonging to Kolya.

[Well, I'm not sure,] Lazarus admits. [But I'm more or less safe for the moment. And it's not Bella's fault, exactly.]

[You're so reassuring,] sniffs Kolya. [How is it inexactly her fault?]

[Kind of a long story,] says Lazarus.