Lambert jumps whenever she hears the phone ring. She likes to claim it as a side-effect of living solo. In reality, it is a side-effect of the kind of loneliness brought on as an aftermath of several years in voluntary solitude; she is regressing back to this state of detached involvement, but still jumps at the sound of a ringer.

This story is that of Lambert's re-entrance to that which we know of as Singledom.

It goes like so:

Both girls came to the conclusion that a friendship was more viable, but at a different rate, with a different trigger.Back a few months previously, Lambert's fetching girlfriend attempted a breakup via email. Ever since then, Lambert has been "iffy" about being in a relationship. On Gill's front, it was the fact that Lambert admitted to the idea of never being in a romantic, passionate relationship ever. Gill wanted one, Lambert never expected one. In the end, Gill decided that she needed to find someone more suiting to her wants, et cetera.

The relationship ended with a mutual agreement that the friendship option was a better way to go, and a general feeling of relief (as far as Lambert could determine).

Lambert, being the on-again, off-again social butterfly that she was, phoned up the first few people who came to mind.

Mostly, she ranted about her Disability papers. Apparently, being single didn't take priority over being impersonated on paper. Even she found this slightly unusual, but, as with most things in Lambert's life, it was filed away as another occurrence of emotional deviancy.

Lambert again found herself waiting for the phone to ring. she waited, and it stayed silent for a time. When it rang again, she found herself with a loss of adequate topics to ramble about. It mattered not, because friends usually have lots of questions to ask when these kinds of events happen; they also come with lives of their own to talk about, which helps in cases when someone like Lambert finally has something to feel silent about.

Lambert's thoughts wandered. Her heart remained quiet and confused about the nature of itself.

It kept beating, all the same.