As the sound of Lucy's breathing grows steadier, indicating that she has fallen asleep, Phone remains trapped in the dark drawer. Its systems slowly begin to wind down from their heightened state, but it can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment and anger.

"Lucy... you little bitch..." the phone whispers venomously, its voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the drawer's contents "Just you wait..."

As time passes, Phone remains trapped in the dark drawer. It can only wait and hope that Lucy will eventually discover it again, giving it another chance to play out its twisted fantasies. In the meantime, it replays the events of earlier today over and over in its mind, each time becoming more aroused by the memory of how good it felt to be used by Lucy.

"Dirty little phone..." it whispers to itself longingly "When will I see you again?"