-ame is Amy. Just Amy, why won't you listen to me?

[There's a vaguely shrill note to her voice, no matter how quiet it's being. One of which is accented by something that might be a sob, but it's really rather difficult to tell. But into the view rolls one Amy Williams, wrapped up in her quilt, eyes red rimmed, dry and staring off just a ways to the ( Read more... )