My iphone is apparently... deceased. My worthy bus riding companion. Gone. I thought maybe when I got home and charged it all would be well... but not so. It had a few good years though, lots of fun Angry Bird games and just lately, lots of use as an ereader. I hardly ever used the poor baby as a phone. Maybe it was eardrum deprivation. I don't know. May we long remember it's last function as that of sad photographer of amethyst.