Late at night

"I will come for you", the dreadful voice said.

She hang up and dialled another number.
"... please leave a message!"

She took a sip from the crystal goblet.
"He has never loved me."

The man stumbled through the darkness, continuously scanning the environment.
There was a movement on the brink of perception.

The detective took a step towards the man.
"Mister Lloyd, I've got some questions for you."

He turned round and sung:
"Please don't ask me, how I feel! I feel fine."

The policeman shot the culprit.

"Nothing but crap", John complained and put away the remote control.