Jan 24, 2008 19:05
...Oh! Wesley?
[a pause, then the sound of someone scrambling and knocking over some objects]
Not my room. This isn't my room. [whispered under her breath] The pain's all gone.
[raised voice, rather alarmed] Oh! Golly, I can't believe it. I musta passed out! Where am I? Wesley? Angel? Anybody? Okay, the joke's on me. Don't think just 'cause you saved my life you can prank me like this!
[there's a long pause, then some shuffling sounds and the creak of a window being pushed open] Where...where is this? This isn't my house or L.A. [a whisper] Oh God, I... I didn't make it?
[there's a crack in her voice, on the verge of panicked hysteria] Is this...Heaven? I was pretty sure that didn't exist! It just ain't plausible, because y'know what with that little problem of not being able to make everyone happy with the same thing...unless you change who they are! And I've already been through that, t-trust me it doesn't end well! There are maggots involved. It's real icky!
...A book. Oh, a book! A talking book. That's cute. I must just be asleep. I sure ain't reading out of it... Been down that road already, too. May not end in maggots, b-but... Someone wake me up now?
winifred burkle