A dark, curtained room. A chair. A gramophone playing cheap-sounding jazz ... What is this place anyway.

You don't remember? Hehehe, that's hilarious. Neither do we. Looks like we'll have to start all over again, won't we, Soul?

What are you? If you don't remember anything, how do you know my name anyway, eh?

Why, that's simple, Soul! Because we ( Read more... )