[The PCD is lying in the grass at the graveyard, but no one is in sight, including its owner. The tombstones around it are relatively unimportant, nameless, meaningless to the individual that has come there to gain perspective ( Read more... )

[The PCD has slid from the windowsill to the floor, shoved just underneath James' bed. It shows a limited view of what's truly going on... large claws that dig into the soft wood of the floor the beast is standing on... a flash of magic that doesn't seem to do any good. Without warning, the claws lunge forward.]

-- damn it! This isn't --

[The ( Read more... )