Kingsley signed off. Indeed, Barrabus or Barnaby or whatever the hell that show was called had concluded, for Rose was now crawling into the kitchen, no doubt looking for her Uncle Harry. She reached up a hand and began to whimper; though she was a long way off from talking, Harry knew she clearly meant "Up." He scooped her into his arms, and was just about to try and get her to nod off for her nap an hour early when the phone rang again.