You redouble your efforts on the phoneyphone, using it as a relay, hopefully to connect to the real phone and maybe to something else. When you finally connected to the real phone, you heard Jun's voice, heavily muffled by the sounds of static. Evidently, she was making a call, but your connection is incomplete- you can only hear her side of the conversation.
"- integrated perfectly, w*th no problems. Got rid of Clippy almost immediately, but the terminal had a hard time logging absolutely everything he did with the protot-*******- just garbage data. I really don't **** if this was such a good idea, grabbing a coma victim like this."
For a long time she was silent, listening to whoever was on the other end, and interjecting ever so often with a 'Yes sir' or an 'Understood, sir'
Finally, she hung up, leaving the phone dormant. Now, finally, you can use it to call your family like you deserved to. You focus, and strengthen your will; you WILL use this phone. You are the god of the digital realm now, and none can stop you!
You focus, and time slows; you're once again in a digital mindscape. You see the small light of the relay in your hand, and connected by a shaft of light, you see something in the distance. You reach for it, and reach. . .
The migraine hits you hard, nearly blinding you as you pull back into yourself. Your ears are popping, and your vision is completely static. . But you feel something dripping from your nose. With a touch, you realize it's blood.