[ Good evening, Discedo, Miria has a present for you: she spent most of her day drawing a huge picture of a train-on the wall of her apartment, no less. (Isaac helped with the design, and he did give it its name.) The camera pans out shakily, and you'll be able to see the whole thing in a few seconds. 3-2-1- SPACETRAIN!

( BEHOLD THE INTERDIMENSIONAL SPACETRAIN THE GALACTIC PUPCAT )

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Hey, Isaac, I have a question. [A pause, just long enough for Miria to realize the familiar "What's that, Miria, my dear?" isn't coming. She turns around to glance over an empty room. It hasn't quite occurred to her that Isaac is gone-gone, so when her voice returns, it is soft and curious, but it cracks slightly as her imagination begins ( Read more... )