It was 6am when the ringtone of his phone caused him to woke up from his sleep.

Lancelot groaned as his eyelids parted. He had always been an early riser, but he didn't mind waking up late every now and then, especially when he had dreams like the one whoever was calling had just rudely interupted.

In his dream, he had seen her, but he would not go into details about that now.

Frowning, he turned to his bedside drawer where his phone lay in. When he saw the caller ID, he ...