Cecil's phone picked its own ringtones for Carlos's number.
Something's gotta give now / 'Cause I'm dying just to know your name! it warbled at him the first time Carlos called.
Afterward, Cecil complained, "I do know his name! It's Carlos! And I'm sure I'll find out his last name eventually."
To herald Carlos's first call after the condo incident, Cecil's phone crooned:
Real love and real life doesn't have to be perfect! / Baby, every little piece of the puzzle doesn't always fit perfectly / Love can be rough around the edges, tattered at the seams....
Cecil almost didn't manage to answer, he was so caught up in adoring the lyrics.
Connections from the otherworld desert got dropped mid-conversation as often as not. One time, Carlos's voice cut out just as he was saying I'll look for a door tomo—
Cecil stared at the device, willing Carlos to find his way out of the otherwordly dead zone and call back.
Sure enough, thirty seconds later, the screen lit up with Incoming Call: Imperfect Carlos, while the speakers cheerfully sang:
Baby / I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change / Trust me!
(Cecil threw it at the wall and bought a new phone.)