Before Daisy could reach it, the phone suddenly started to ring of its own accord. “Huh?! What?” Telly glanced up suddenly, narrowing her eyes in confusion, as if she’d just woken up. “I, uh—“ She straightened and gave a weak little salute, still not quite sure what was going on. “All circuits are busy! Please try your call again later... —Oh! Why, Daisy, it’s you! What’re you doin’ here, sugar?” She was surprised to see her friend face to face, since they usually only communicated over the phone network.
“Hey! You look…Different! I-it’s a good different! New paint job? New, er… hm… everything…?” She blinked in surprise, suddenly noticing the complete lack of animatronic parts. “…Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on a second!” She exclaimed with an exasperated hand motion, “You’re not Daisy! …Ah... W-well, I mean, of course you’re Daisy—that is, the real Daisy. You’re just not… the specific Daisy that I thought you were…Yeah.” She laughed nervously. “Um… Did you say you needed a phone? Well, in that case, I’m your girl! Who’re we calling? My name’s Telly, by the way.”