Apr 20, 2008 12:14
[ Voice Transmission Start ]
[sound of a door creaking, followed by footsteps]
Franca? ...Franca?
[a pause]
Not here. Is she at work? Or did she go home? Judging by the dust...
[a light cough, then another pause]
Hm? What's--
[ Voice Transmission End ]
Well that was strange. It looks like my apartment was wired, like something out of one of those James Bond movies I saw. What happened while I was gone?
I thought I'd just been asleep, but...it's been more than a day, hasn't it?