Exit Post-- Millitimed to Sometime Before Christmas
The door opened.
Except for Jeannie, it wasn't a door opening, but a cork being removed with an audible squeak. On a level perhaps only she could hear, a voice said, "Jeannie? You can come out now. I'm sorry about keeping you in there so long..."
Jeannie dashed for the door, becoming a column of pink smoke as she crossed the threshold.
Except for Jeannie, it wasn't a door opening, but a cork being removed with an audible squeak. On a level perhaps only she could hear, a voice said, "Jeannie? You can come out now. I'm sorry about keeping you in there so long..."
Jeannie dashed for the door, becoming a column of pink smoke as she crossed the threshold.