Corrine paces about the room, barely treading in a deep sea of anger and fear that this could possibly be a reality, that Will could do something like this. It's inconceivable and perhaps just a cruel joke for what she'd done to him... And when the ringing phone gives way to a 'Hello' from one who is clearly Will but sounds nothing like her Will, she stops short in her tracks, suddenly at a loss for anything to say.

"Tell me this is a joke. Will, tell me you didn't actually do this." Even in her anger, the words come out desperate and pleading.