[There's the sound of someone messing with the buttons before a young girl starts to speak, voice sing-songy.]

Amsheeeeeel?

Amshel?

[Her next word has an edge of anger.]

Amshel.

[And then just as quickly, she sounds happy again.]Well, since Amshel won't answer me, would someone be so kind as to tell me where I am? I want to go home. How can I ( Read more... )