Good evening.

[Jem smiled at the Dreamberry screen, leaning forward. He appears to be wearing an unbelted robe and a t-shirt, the closest he can find to the dressing gowns and sleep shirts he's used to, sitting on his carefully made bed, his violin nearby. Another sleepless night]

I was wondering--

[Jem's sentence was cut off by a violent fit of ( Read more... )