02.-Audio post.

[seebutmyshadow]

[This lovely and sad violin plays for four minutes accompanied by a written note.]

So when shall I be graced with a new warden, then?

Comments

[cantblameagirl]

You play fit for a very, very sad movie, you know.

[seebutmyshadow]

It's funny, I always thought I played more fit for a horror film. Clearly I shall need to remedy this.

[cantblameagirl]

Ohhh, yes. All those high pitched, shrieky notes that make you yell at the television. 'Don't go in there!'

[seebutmyshadow]

Like this? [Scary plunky violin.

[cantblameagirl]

Ooo, yes! Like that exactly. Your room is now officially haunted.

[seebutmyshadow]

My room has always been haunted, my dear. The mere words you offered the first time we spoke became shadows that bloomed on my walls.

[cantblameagirl]

Oh, you flatterer. Blooming shadows, hm?

[seebutmyshadow]

My pen only speaks the truth.

[cantblameagirl]

I can tell. I like this pen.

[seebutmyshadow]

Most women do, my dear.

[cantblameagirl]

Ahh, I see. Does your pen speak the truth for many women?

[seebutmyshadow]

More than it did once upon a time and far less than it used to.

[cantblameagirl]

Oo, riddles. Or is it a mystery? Either way!

Bit of a dry spell, then?

[seebutmyshadow]

Ah perhaps both a riddle and a mystery, my dear.

Where I came from, I had a city at my feet.

[cantblameagirl]

Which city?

[seebutmyshadow]

New York, not as fine as London, but it grew to be home nonetheless.