Harry Potter. Christ, first Sherlock Holmes now... sooner or later you Americans are going to run out of witty and clever English literary people to reference.

[ Annoyed? Feathers rustled? Yes. Next they'll make cracks about fish and chips.

Given he cant find anyone in the houses near by, he leans against the lovely end table the phone is resting on. Head tilts as he looks at the list of numbers with scratched out names. Huh. ]

Oh, I don't suppose you're calling from one of the many names on this list. [ He picks up the pad of paper and grabs a pen. May as well. ] John Constantine.