[Set right before this log.]

[Kid is standing somewhere high, a tree of rooftop, though not much beyond the white of his suit and the blue of the sky is visible on the PCD. He stands, silent, staring out, cape flapping slightly in the breeze. When he finally speaks his voice is low.]

This is as close as I can get to the sky here.

[He turns to ( Read more... )

[An image flickers on to reveal a figure dressed all in white standing next to the open window, cape flapping in the faint breeze; he has only one white glove on his left hand. Face shadowed by a white top hat, he's looking down at the floor only to pause, look up, and glance around in what for all appearances is only mild curiosity, wry sort of ( Read more... )