It was Friday eve: around three in the afternoon a ringing phone. Wrong number, perhaps? My sister answered; who was she talking too? Who was the voice on the other end? Were they asking for someone? What was being spoken in her ear that caused her to be unable to speak? What had startled her so much that she completely froze? All time appeared to have stopped; surly the dial of Ahaz, the sundial had gone back another ten degrees. For what appeared...