May 13, 2012 04:20
"Director Shepard, a box of cigars arrived for you today."
"Cynthia, I don't smoke."
"I know, Director. What should I do with them?"
"Don't touch them. Put me through to Abby."
[note: set for Monday 5/14]
[verse] new york bound,
[plot] new york bound,
[plot] old life reclaimed,
[post] fic: drabble,
[post] fic: misc.,
[plot] ghosts,
[with] cynthia sumner,
[with] abby sciuto