"Bye," Basilic said, a slight smile playing about his lips.
"Bye, Bas," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. Then she ended the call. Basilic sank back into his seat, a smile plastered across his face. He fiddled with his phone, but knew he had no-one to text, no-one to tell... At this thought, his mind flew straight to Phoebe. He mentally withdrew into himself, and then threw his conciousness as far as possible, an area of about a hundred miles. He couldn't find her. She had gone. Still, he was pleased about his conversation with Her. Never before had his shoulders felt so light, as if all his troubles had disappeared with his revelation of his love.