[ There’s the heavy pitter-patter of the storm filling the quiet as soon as the N.O.C. is clicked on; it’s loud enough to hint that someone’s outside, but still under something, somewhere, out of the rain now. The noise, like static, stretches on for a moment as the only sound before - ]
What am I supposed to say?
[ -- a mutter. ]This is too
(
Read more... )