He pressed the button to put the call on speaker.
"Hello," an unfamiliar female voice said.
"Is this the Blake residence?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes."
"May I ask who I am speaking to?"
"Allison Blake."
"Who the fuck is that?" Trevor said. No one in his family was named Allison, and he'd seen the doctor dial the correct number.
"What? I couldn't hear what you said," Allison said.
"I'm a Doctor from the ReAllocation Research Center. I'd like to speak to Mr. and Mrs Blake."
"My parents aren't here right now. Can I take a message?"
"Tell them to call me, my number is ###-###-###. It is about Trevor."
"Trevor who?"
Trevor lunged for the phone, but the doctor hung up. "Satisfied? They've already reassigned your slot. But I'll see what I can do about helping you...if you can behave yourself."
"Fuck you," he said. He looked a bit crushed and betrayed. His parents had replaced him with another kid? Already?
