[week 23, day 5 | video]
[Mail's really sure he was getting on the school bus, and he trips and falls when the floor is suddenly flatter and much more wooden than it ought to be. Several things fall out of the side pockets of the shorts that reach well below his knees: batteries, a bent-open paperclip, and a thing like a weird cell phone that goes spinning across the floor.
He picks it up and frowns at it. He's eight, and small for his age, with messy hair long enough to brush the tops of his goggles. Then he stuffs it and everything else back into his pockets, and goes outside to see where he is. It looks all weird and old-fashioned-y, like something out of one of his books.
The cell-phone thing starts making noise, and Mail pulls it back out and checks out what some of the other kids are saying. This is too interesting for him to feel very scared, though he hasn't yet moved from the front steps of the house. (He isn't totally sure it's not a cool dream.)]
Um. H'lo. Does anybody know: how come we're here?
He picks it up and frowns at it. He's eight, and small for his age, with messy hair long enough to brush the tops of his goggles. Then he stuffs it and everything else back into his pockets, and goes outside to see where he is. It looks all weird and old-fashioned-y, like something out of one of his books.
The cell-phone thing starts making noise, and Mail pulls it back out and checks out what some of the other kids are saying. This is too interesting for him to feel very scared, though he hasn't yet moved from the front steps of the house. (He isn't totally sure it's not a cool dream.)]
Um. H'lo. Does anybody know: how come we're here?