Earlier tonight I spoke to my father on the phone for a bit. Then twenty minutes later my mother called me back to talk to me. While she was on the phone with me I got to hear them have this exchange:
Dad: Who are you talking to?
Mom: Our daughter.
Dad: Our daughter?! How did you get her on the phone?!
Mom: …I phoned her.
1. My father thinks I am dead and that it happened in the twenty minutes between phone calls.
2. My father thinks I am in jail and am only allowed one call, which we’d already had.
3. My father thinks I am in the future/past/an alternate dimension forever closed to him/Europe.