he instinctively started to fumble around for it , but stopped when he realized what time it was.there wasonlyone person who called him in the middle of the night like this , and since the least inane reason theyd ever done so was to hear frotwoots thoughts on chocolate omelettes ( it had been a moral dilemma somehow ) he figured that whatever it wasthey werecurrently callinghim about could probably wait till morning , if not forever .