(no subject)
*There is a fog, or a mist of some sort, filling and surrounding the hospital. It settles over everything like a shroud; crickets chirp, and then fall eerily silent; small children, the elderly, and those subject to respiratory distress may begin to cough (Joly would be most displeased).
That's right: this fog is a fog of pure, condensed Emo, coming from the room of Marius Pontmercy.*
That's right: this fog is a fog of pure, condensed Emo, coming from the room of Marius Pontmercy.*