Finally I did call him. His phone rang five times and then went to voice mail. “You’re reached the voice mail of Augustus Waters," he said, the clarion voice I’d fallen for. "Leave a message." It beeped. The dead air on the line was so eerie. I just wanted to go back to that secret post-terrestrial third space with him that we visited when we talked on the phone. I waited for the feeling, but it never came.