May 28, 2008 21:08
It's early morning in the house on Bannerman Road. In the living room, there is a young man stretched out on the couch in his undershirt and trousers, dead to the world aside from the occasional mutter in his sleep. On the coffee table nearby, a communicator is sitting silently with a light blinking on the front panel.
Anyone can feel free to wander past this tableau.
[a] jack phillips (canon oc),
[a] ian chesterton (canon)