"A telephone?" That's. Not at all familiar. Sure there was some urgency in the situation but. No phones. Or anyone who might fit the description of 'Miss Ruby'. Eyebrows furrow deeply as Bucky purses his lips and considers the possibility that they didn't all see the same things. Either they're all going crazy and independently hallucinating, or...

"I didn't see those. I got shot or blown up or something, on a battlefield." There wasn't enough detail to go off of, like the colour of their clothes or name tags.

"Maybe they're all related somehow."