9x-xx-xx 57 Phoning Mongolia

That fact came from the station. Oh, look, I don't understand. Here, see for yourself, the sender ID says Kessler's Clayball. You said nobody's up there right now. And nobody can get in. Allen, send it. What's it, Dad?

Hell, I can't figure it out. Look, here, Karen. I'm busy. You sort it out. Gee, thanks, Frank. Just find out what it means. Philip, just like Frank. You can't trust either of them, like Father like Son.

And Edith is a gossiping conniving, senile old bat. Oh, you haven't been here long enough to judge. I thought you said I wasn't a visitor anymore. Oh, it doesn't mean you can rubbish Edith. Why should I trust her? She phoned Karen and told her her son was here in Clayborne.

Okay, you two. That is enough. I need your help with something. What's up? Look at this fix. It looks like a bunch of numbers. 9, 7, 6... It came from the station. No way. Look at the senor ID.

Huh. What do they mean? I don't know. It could be an overseas phone number. I'll get the book. Who could have sent this? Maybe clients up there. No, why would he crack the access code just to send a fax nobody can figure out?

I don't believe it. What? Nine, seven, six is the area code for Mongolia. Mongolia? You don't have family over there do you, madam? Well, actually, a friend of mine is a missionary overseas. Get out.

Where? Is Mongolia part of Angola? Don't you mean Angola? That's in Africa. Well, is Mongolia in Africa too? Mongolia is in Asia, north of China. No, can't be young. Look, I really doubt this is a Mongolian phone number.