[Inhaling.] So, those dreams come around and suddenly people are disappearing. Little too close to be a coincidence.

[He exhales and there's a shuffling.] Guess I can't escape monsters. So how about a number? That would your way, wouldn't it, Chapel?

[The feed is silent for a good long while before a distinct sound comes through the line. It goes on for a good damn while before the sax is ubruptly cut off and the Player speaks.]Responding rather well today. Mr. Guitar; can you work with something like that ( Read more... )

[There's a soft thud, like some heavy hitting dirt.] So this is it. I figured one of them would be here, but I guess that's not the case.

[There's a rustling of fabric.] Not even a thing to show for it. Not a scrap of blood, not a piece left.

Shit.

[He pauses for a good while; then, finally, there's a soft sigh, as if he's exhaling something.] ( Read more... )