((mun ish silleh))


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*Edward has found a collection of little erasers in Del's desk drawer and after painstakingly sticking them onto the ends of his shears, he types.*

Even here there are mobs. They still lie. And they still want to hurt people.

There was blood. I can't remember how it got there.

Edward awoke to an empty room and some kind of soft music playing not too far away. He was covered with a warm blanket and felt strangely... sleepy. As though he'd simply taken a nap in this clean, white room and had woken up a little too soon. He vaguely remembered Doctor Harbor telling him that she was going to perform some kind of examination ( Read more... )

Doctor Harbor is in some kind of trouble.

It's ... familiar.

I hope she's okay.

Hello?

Oh, it works.

I was given something called ... "voice recognition software." (( gothic_lab_rat dunnit. ^^ Pardon Edward, he hasn't gotten the hang of Livejournal yet....))

What do I say?