Errant Thoughts

((mun ish silleh))

*Edward has found a collection of little erasers in Del's desk drawer and after painstakingly sticking them onto the ends of his shears, he types.*

Even here there are mobs. They still lie. And they still want to hurt people.

There was blood. I can't remember how it got there.

Edward awoke to an empty room and some kind of soft music playing not too far away. He was covered with a warm blanket and felt strangely... sleepy. As though he'd simply taken a nap in this clean, white room and had woken up a little too soon. He vaguely remembered Doctor Harbor telling him that she was going to perform some kind of examination. What kind, he wondered as he tried to keep his eyes open. He wondered where she'd gone and how long he'd been under.

Doctor Harbor is in some kind of trouble.

It's ... familiar.

I hope she's okay.

Hello?

Oh, it works.

I was given something called ... "voice recognition software." (( gothic_lab_rat dunnit. ^^ Pardon Edward, he hasn't gotten the hang of Livejournal yet....))

What do I say?