I look and it’s all fuzzy white. What I see is grainy and not clear. A light comes into focus. Its underside. The underside of the lamp, I surmise.

“Hello?” I say, hoping someone will hear me.

I hear water flowing for several seconds. Then it stops.

My view is suddenly moving, but I didn’t say that I wanted it changed. The fuzzy white becomes a darker gray. Something rattles in the background. The sound of skin moving across fabric. Yet it’s still not mine.

The view raises and I see a flesh colored face. “Still on video chat?” a low voice says.