[ The feed flickers on and suddenly there's the Black Lake and a high-pitched squeal and a girl with flailing limbs. The girl, as it turns out, is scrambling out of the ice cold lake as though it were boiling oil, soaking wet and crawl-stumbling her way up the green before -- "Oh--!" -- she stops and grabs the commuter from its resting place ( Read more... )

[The feed comes on violently as the communicator is wiped clear off the bed. Nothing can be seen except the ceiling and the unmistakable colors of green and silver draperies. There's a stamping of bare feet about the floor and the sound of the lid of a trunk closing with a rather loud thud. Panicked breathing, the sound of paper rustling and then, ( Read more... )