Forty-two. [VOICE]
[This journal...is sitting next to Alfred's bed. Open. Daine's talking to Alfred, probably. Or perhaps she's just musing to herself, because you can probably hear light snoring in the background.]
Well, that was nice. At least that's a way to bring in the New Year, I suppose. Though I prefer my bed to yours. It seems the girls' ones are bigger, at least a bit.
You are quite big, though.
Alfred, you're not asleep, are you?
[SNOOORE]
Oh. [A pause-- wait, has the journal been noticed? Yes. Yes, it has.] Oh of all the gods-damned things!
You didn't hear any of this!
[And it's shut.]
Well, that was nice. At least that's a way to bring in the New Year, I suppose. Though I prefer my bed to yours. It seems the girls' ones are bigger, at least a bit.
You are quite big, though.
Alfred, you're not asleep, are you?
[SNOOORE]
Oh. [A pause-- wait, has the journal been noticed? Yes. Yes, it has.] Oh of all the gods-damned things!
You didn't hear any of this!
[And it's shut.]