Wes heard a mildly familiar ringing as he stuffed the plate that used to be full of half-burnt toast in the sink. "Huh, wonder who that could be... Red?" Wes mused to himself, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Wasn't it a bit too early for that? He answered the call anyway. "Hey-o Lex," he greeted, "how's it going? Why are you up so early?"