[Solidify; a twist of the void, a green flame-like stream dances before his eyes. Feeling returns first to the elbows and knees - sensation itself alien; the touch of something soft against aching extremities. The scent of...scent. Quivering fingers light on cold plastic, musing out the shape of a small box. A PHS?]

Urgh...This-

[His voice breaks ( Read more... )

( You don't want to know about me. )