Instead a woman's voice called from the other side of the door.
But before he could say anything, a more familiar voice called.
Then I saw no more but a voice called in my ears.
Outside the door a man's voice called to someone named Marc.
A voice in the crowd called out, "So how was it the week before?"
But before they could go into any room, a cool voice called to them from the end of the corridor.
"You're going to be late," a voice called from the next room.
A voice called again, this time with familiar words of childhood.
"He killed the old man," a voice called in French.
"Right pretty," a voice called from the back of the aisle.