Brenda is staring out of the window. She goes to the phone, lies down on the bed and dials Sonny's number.

Sonny's answering machine picks up.

Brenda: Hi. That wasn't uncertainy in my voice, I just wanted to call and let you know I was thinking about you.

Sonny (picks up): Hey!

Brenda (laughs lightly, smiling): You screening your calls?

Sonny: Better safe than sorry.

Brenda: Which am I, safe or sorry?

Sonny: You're in a category all by yourself.

Brenda: How are you feeling?

Sonny: Why don't you get yourself over here and find out for yourself.

Brenda: I'd love to, but I can't.

Sonny: Sure you can.

Brenda: Only if I sprout wings. I'm not in Port Charles.

Sonny: You don't feel very far.

Brenda: Rochester

Sonny: And what's in Rochester that's so important?

Brenda: You may find this hard to believe, but I do have a life. Or I did until I trashed my car last week.

Sonny: Which raises another question. How did you get to Rochester without wheels?

Brenda: Umm, a friend. With wheels. Very nice ones in fact.

Sonny: Oahm…and this friend…is it someone I know?

Brenda: You might.

Sonny: Mmm Sonny: Have a safe trip.

Brenda: Sonny…Sonny…(louder) Sonny.

Sonny: I'm right here.

Brenda: You never answered how you're feeling.

Sonny: I'd feel a lot better if you were here.

Brenda: Really? Are you sorry I'm not?

Sonny: Well, you're always here a little bit, don't forget it's your blood coursing through my veins.

Brenda (laughing): The magic of modern medicine.

Sonny: How about just plain magic.

Brenda: If that really helps you.

Sonny: Well, it's kind of hard to describe. You have to use your imagination.

Brenda: Oh, believe me, I do.

Brenda (quietly): I'd better go.

Sonny: I'll see you when you get back.

Brenda: Goodnight

They hang up.

Sonny (out loud, to himself): I'm glad you called.