1st Injection
[Action]
[Down on Bilko Boulevard, a girl was sitting on her front porch, working on some embroidery. It had been a few months since her boyfriend dumped her, leaving the poor girl standing there as he ran off, looking so frightened of her. That day on, she had always stopped by his house, asking him what happened, but he never answered. Mom had been right; first loves always end in a broken heart.
But she was getting by. She had taken up embroidery as a way of passing the time. Not that she was any good at it, as evidenced by all the pin-pricks on her fingers, but she found that if she didn't think they hurt, then they wouldn't...say, didn't she once say something similar?
Suddenly, her eyes, which had the typical dullness of Mayfield's drones, regained their original sparkle. Oh, so I did. She giggled.]
[Voice]
Good morning, Mayfield! Did you miss me?
[Down on Bilko Boulevard, a girl was sitting on her front porch, working on some embroidery. It had been a few months since her boyfriend dumped her, leaving the poor girl standing there as he ran off, looking so frightened of her. That day on, she had always stopped by his house, asking him what happened, but he never answered. Mom had been right; first loves always end in a broken heart.
But she was getting by. She had taken up embroidery as a way of passing the time. Not that she was any good at it, as evidenced by all the pin-pricks on her fingers, but she found that if she didn't think they hurt, then they wouldn't...say, didn't she once say something similar?
Suddenly, her eyes, which had the typical dullness of Mayfield's drones, regained their original sparkle. Oh, so I did. She giggled.]
[Voice]
Good morning, Mayfield! Did you miss me?