Hello?

[He's barely even as loud as his usual whisper.]

Is there anyone else on the 5th floor? I'm in 513.

I don't think anyone should be alone. And...it's a long way to the next floor.

[He jolts awake to a sound that his memory has no name for. He's never even heard a police siren, let alone that slow, chilling wail. He wants something to cling to, with an urgency that surprises him. Fear is not new to him, but rarely has he felt such bone-deep dread for no reason other than a strange noise heard in grey pre-dawn. Licking his ( Read more... )

[He waves slightly awkwardly.]

I have too much candy...Does anyone want some?

The cookies are gone, though...

[There is a pause, an uncomfortable silence. He wants to say something more, but doesn't know what. He's really just lonely and trying to reach out. After a moment more, he disconnects.]

[The communicator shows us a slightly blurry close-up of black and yellow, Anti's face less than an inch from the screen. Then there is a sudden tilt and we are granted a view of his knees as he turns it sideways to examine. A soft snuffling can be heard, as he apparently sniffs the device, then his face reappears, pink tongue darting out to wet ( Read more... )