Crossed Lines

She called time after time to no avail. The ringing tone continued. It seemed like an eternity to her, yet she persisted. After what seemed like hours later a glimmer of hope was heard on the line, a change of tone, almost a click, then silence.
"Hello.....hello........anybody there?"
She listened intently for a reply, closing her eyes in a vain attempt to enhance her senses. Faintly she heard the voice. Not recognisable to her, foreign almost. Foreign for sure. She ended the call. A crossed line.