As John moves toward the kitchen, the cat wanders back over to Martin and rubs against his legs, purring loudly. Martin stops and bends down to pet it some more, taking the momentary comfort while he can. It doesn't last long, though, as he looks up and realizes what John must mean.

"What?" he squeaks in dismay, and hurries over to look. Sure enough, there's the phone jack, and no phone — no wire, even.

Whatever hope he'd put into the idea of calling for help shatters, and he clutches his clothes closer around himself, struggling once again not to cry. "What—what do we do?" he babbles.