Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours but they still couldn't get to Phidelia. All efforts seemed fruitless. Emma was by now shaken up with panic. There was no way she could keep her head straight. She felt the pit of her stomach fall as anxiety swirled around her. "Still can't get her?" She stuttered with an almost broken voice.
"No mum," Isla replied, still scanning through her phone with all hopes disintegrated. "I'm not getting any of her lines." Disappointment sagged through her as she tried effortlessly to get through to Phidelia. Several more minutes passed but to no avail. They were still looming in agitation when they heard the knob of the door turn. Both the swaying of the door and the turning of their heads synchronized in motion, making Martin halt at the door for a moment with everybody's gaze fixed on him.