Neither of the chargers for the phones Peggy and Greta used fitted the Tamagotchi phone. She crawled under the bed again but there was nothing there. She slid herself over towards the bottom drawer beside the bed. She knew it was a shambles. She shook it and pulled it open. It was full of cords and plugs and compact discs used to load software. There were even a couple of floppy disks, an old portable CD player and a Walkman which was the same size as a cassette tape. She pulled things out one by one. The cords pulled still more cords out. She untangled them as they came. Then she was really hungry and walked, with a few cords in her hands and the Tamagotchi phone nestled under her arm, to the fridge and took out some hummus and carried it back to the bedroom in her mouth while she untangled cords.