Jysella: ugg, ::rubs forehead::
Numbuh four: what's the matter?
Jysella: sleep is something people need
Numbuh four: and,
Jysella: sleep is something I'm not getting
Numbuh four: oh.
Jysella: yes, so, anyway. This chapter of nameless is devoted to kawaii shiho for being the only person to bother reviewing
Numbuh five: okay, does the chapter have a title?
Jysella: no, audience take it away
Audience of delusions: Jysella, the psycho whose birthday is tomorrow-
Jysella: I knew I loved you guys
Audience of delusions: owns no one in her fic save Sang
Sang: what about me?
Jysella: I own you
Sang: oh, don't sue
Jysella: so don't, hey!
Chapter five
In a dark corner of a dark room an old man stood before a mirror. His face, with tears of skin folded in seemingly perfect laugh lines, glistened with sweat. Near his hairline, in a far corner of his rectangular face, a wrinkle sagged.
"Damn," the man said aloud, reaching a tired hand up to fix the slipping crease. Halfway through the action he stopped and furtively glanced about the room.
"No one is in here, old man" a voice called from the darkness.
"Do ye need help?" the man asked, an accent appearing from the air.
"No, and you can leave. We know where she is now." The mans hand tremor suddenly ceased. Quickly his hand closed the gap between itself and the crease. In one violent motion he held the falling crease, as well as the remainder of his false features, in his hand. He dropped them and smashed them with disgust on the floor.
The man in the mirror no longer resembled the smiling ancient man of moments before. Instead, surrounded by shadow, stood a man whose only distinguishing feature was the malice in his eyes.
"I'll get her," he said reaching his hand into his pocket.
"We all will. We'll get all of them," said the still hidden man. " Now finish up in here we're leaving" he left the room. The man at the mirror smiled and pulled a small object from his pocket. Though the light was dim it shined it's brilliant red.
"She'll pay," he said to the shadows of the room. "Oh how she'll pay" he lifted the red object to his nose and inhaled deeply, smelling the damp fear that clung to his trophy of fading crimson hair.
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The bald agent stormed in through the doors, startling his parents with the violent movements. Behind him the capped girl and round followed timidly, murmuring near silent apologies to the pushed aside adults. Even further behind them walked a blonde boy and Asian girl who held between them a girl of about five one with long crimson hair died brown at the end and two very different color eyes.
"Hi Mrs. Uno!" remarked the asian happily as they half dragged half walked the girl towards the center of the house, towards the tree house in which they all lived.
"Quiet Numbuh three" the blonde replied through a heavy Australian accent. The girl betwixt them sighed and rolled her dual colored eyes to the ceiling.
"You'll regret this later" she said in a near singsong voice hinted with the barest of an accent, heavily suppressed. Numbuh four stopped and punched her in the stomach causing her to double over in what he mistook for pain.
" Cruddy teenager, if my teammate can't talk what makes you think you can?" Numbuh ones mother opened her heavily lipsticked mouth to remark upon this behavior when her sons voice barreled down the stairs in an irritated fashion.
"What is taking you three so long, get up here" in response the three ran to meet the annoyed leader at the top step.
"Take her to the sick room, lock the doors and get to the briefing room." The two agents paused to absorb this information while their ward stared boredly at her feet.
"I don't know if you heard me correctly, I said" he paused and smiled at the bubbly raven-haired girl who responded with a radiant smile of her own. The bald boys smile quickly grew to a frown and lines creased his previously sleek face.
" I- mean- NOW!" he shouted into her confused cheer.
The red head sighed loudly prompting a screamed response from the irate Numbuh one.
" What, teenager?" he screamed at her. Freeing her hand from the blonds grip, she wiped her face.
"Say it don't spray it," she murmured under her breath. Numbuh four grabbed immediately for her hand and, once it was under control, turned towards the sickbay dragging the girls with him.
For a few moments Numbuh one stared after their retreating forms, shaking his clean-shaven head at the scene he had just experienced. It was difficult to believe he was to be leaving this all behind in three months, with the advent of his thirteenth birthday. Very difficult.
"Yo boss!" a smooth voice called from behind him, disrupting his thoughts. The bald boy turned to find himself bumping noses with Numbuh five. Both children blushed deeply and stepped back from one another.
" Yes Numbuh five?" he asked after regaining composure. The African American girl, still mid-blush, giggled lightly.
" We've been trying to get your attention for five minutes, what were you thinking about.
The bald agent sighed remembering his disrupted thoughts, and shook his head, clearing it of the memories. "Nothing, now what was so important that it merited my immediate attention?"
"That fate girl was right," she responded as the walked down the short corridor to the briefing room, " we do have mail, and it's green." Numbuh one gasped at this revelation.
"When's it dated?" he asked fatally, wondering how they might have missed the important invoice.
" Don't know, can't exactly get into your computer without the password" Numbuh one looked down sheepishly, embarrassed at having forgotten such an important fact. " I mean I could have hacked into the mainframe but-" she was cut off by pounding feet as Numbuhs' three and four screeched passed them in the hallway.
"I'll beat you Numbuh three," the blond shouted rounding past them. The Asian didn't respond to his taunt, preferring instead to place her energy an extra burst of speed as she sprinted past him, beating him into the room.
"Maybe next time" she replied to his stunned face.
"Perhaps we should just go" Numbuh five continued, but her leader was already in the room calling the mail to the screen.
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Sang sighed and looked about the room in which she had been deposited. Its small grey interior was crowded by the two small pieces of furniture that lay on either side of the room. On the far left, three feet from the rug upon which she sat, was a stark white hospital bed, complete with a IV stand and medical records clip board hanging over the edge. She chuckled to herself and turned her attention to the only other piece of furniture; a small white table piled with crayons and paper. For a brief moment she contemplated crossing the small expanse of the room to actually draw a picture, a pleasure she hadn't enjoyed since she was five, but was saved from such falls of grace with her phones ring.
The infernal sound echoed loudly in the small shut room and she clamped her pale hands over her ears to stop it from ringing in her head as well cursing violently she dug about her pocket for the instrument of torture and, upon finding it wrapped in a piece of string, answered it in an effort to stop the racket.
'Yo" she called into the renewed silence. Her annoyance at being in the small area faded within a moment's conversation.
"Judgment!" she squealed happily, gloominess fading from her dual eyes. As quickly as it faded, however, the darkness returned, stronger then before.
"I don't know they locked me in some room" she paused before recanting in annoyance " it's small, and white, and unpleasant" an uneasy silence once again filled the room before she exploded in passion " no, they haven't seen the mail! Why would I be in this little hell if they'd seen the mail?"
The voice on the other ended of the phone murmured an amused question into her waiting ear, eliciting another bout of annoyance " well of course I can get out of here if I want, I figure ten minutes and I'll go" the figure looked down at her watch, and then back at the four white walls which surrounded her, then back at her watch.
" You know," she said into the phone impatiently, " when I said ten minutes I meant more like," she looked back to her watch and paused as though counting the seconds in her head " more like two" a slow chuckle emitted from the phone and she laughed along with it. " Yeah I know, you know me too well, got to go see you in three months"
She moved as though to end conversation when, suddenly, she spoke aloud again. " Yes I know today is their anniversary. And I know I'll miss ours, but I'll make it up to you" she winked, though she knew the voice on the phone couldn't see her, and hung up permitting no further conversation.
Letting out a large sigh she leaned her face against the rooms cool white wall. " Ten years." She said aloud to no one in particular, a tear drifting from her eye, as she absentmindedly fingered the shortened strand of hair that hung to her chin. " Ten whole years." Another moment passed in the tense silence before she began to examine the room for escape.
"Air tight, no openings that I could break, no- excuse me, what do we have here" she ran her hand along the far wall noting a difference in texture between three feet and up, and three feet and below. Acting on a hunch she pushed her face against the wall and was able to see a small room with an open door.
"Two way mirror? Score" she said aloud to no one in particular as she crossed the room. In one motion she had picked up the table and threw in to the glass, shattering the window into mirrored fragments and spraying herself with glass.
"They'll forgive me," she said taking her bag through the window and leaving the room. " They'll have too."
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The five friends stared at each other in complete shock, silence settled upon them in an uninvited shroud while they waited for their leaders recovery.
" Numbuh five thinks we should go let that girl out," the capped agent said once she found her tongue. Gradually the other four came to agree with her.
"Right Numbuh four would you care to lead the way?" Numbuh one asked as they filed out of the room.
"Sure" the blonde agent replied as he helped the raven-haired girl from her seat. "Sure" the five filed quietly from the room and, absorbed in their own thoughts, didn't pay attention as they walked through familiar hallways they would soon leave behind.
Meanwhile a certain crimson haired sixteen year old wandered hallways uncertainly looking for the team she had just finished beating up, or, at the very least, a shower. Needless to say the confusion of the two parties led to a very unfortunate collision. Both the blonde and the teenager fell to the ground, after crashing into other head on, and began cursing in languages that seemed slight variations on the other.
" Bloody Aussie" the teenager cried, picking herself up off the ground " have no sense to watch where you walk?" her voice escalated with each word in the sentence. The blonde replied to the insult without thinking to solidify his reasons for screaming
" Cruddy Kiwi" he muttered back at her " a kangaroo has more brainpower" the two glared at each other while the others blinked back confusion.
There was no additional speech until Numbuh three asked, somewhat confused:
"Kiwi? Like the bird?"
"No" Numbuh four replied with disgust " like the New Zealander"
" At least I'm not some brain-dead aussie" she responded dangerously.
"Right, well" Numbuh one said uneasily, drawing Sang's attention back to the rest of the team.
" Oh well I suppose your all wondering how I got out?" she asked looking at their blank faces
" Well actually that hadn't occurred to me, save it for later" Numbuh one replied still looking at the teenager eagerly.
"Oh then you've seen the email" the kids next door nodded, confirming her suspicion, " I suppose the melodramatic cretin came on screen and said some thing to the extent of" she puffed out her chest and coughed, lowering her voice to a more boyish tone, " hi I'm Numbuh two seventy four, many of my friends know me as Chad. But I have another name, a third name that only my closest friends know bed by. Only problem is they're all dead" Numbuh one nodded, prompting her to continue her rant.
" Then he gave you some sort of an extension of your time as kids next door members" at this Numbuh five shook her head.
" Numbuh five heard him say that at Numbuh one's thirteenth it was all or nothing-" "He didn't" the crimson haired girl said, annoyed, but knew it to be so by the teams sad expressions " he did?" she asked incredulously. Again the entirety of them nodded sadly and she sighed. " Well he at least explained why I'm here right?" she looked down at their blank faces and knew she had a long night ahead of her, after such a long trip. She sighed lightly and resolved herself to the mission.
"Well can I at least have a shower before we do this?"
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Jysella: Would you look at that, I wrote an explanatory chapter without explaining a thing
Numbuh four: woo, I bow before your intelligence.
Jysella: wow, you know Numbuh five I really like this helmet
Numbuh five: Numbuh five knew you would
Jysella: just one question, when are it's effects permanent?
Numbuh five: Numbuh five don't know, Sachi ran off with the instructions
Audience of delusions: ::cringes:: you had to go and mention her
Jysella: where'd you go Sachi, I'll return your pixi stix if you come back
Numbuh five:: all of them?
Jysella: well, no, some of them- I'm serious though, Sachi where are you
~*~*~*~*Scene cuts to Egypt where Sachi-chan is standing over a blonde Egyptian boy
wearing the aforementioned helmet~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sachi-chan: take that Malik-chan
Malik, a boy that looks suspiciously like Osirus ::author coughs repeatedly, screaming that it was by accident:: is groveling at Sachi's feet while she smirks, proudly holding the stolen instruction manual. Beside her Shadi, his white turban replaced by the all too familiar helmet, meekly stands with a plate of pixi stix. Bakura, a psychopathic grave robber, stands behind her barely containing bemused giggles.
~*~*~*~*~ scene returns to the authoress and her shortened rant~*~*~*
Jysella: oh, that's where she is, well then
Numbuh five: ooh, she's never coming back
Jysella: yup, audience take it away I have to go, ahh, sulk, yes, sulk :: calls travel agent::
Audience of delusions: read and review or the authoress won't write
Jysella: what do you mean all flights to Egypt are booked? This is Sachi's doing I know it! Hold on- don't call them, you don't even know me! how can you call them
Numbuh four: what's the matter?
Jysella: sleep is something people need
Numbuh four: and,
Jysella: sleep is something I'm not getting
Numbuh four: oh.
Jysella: yes, so, anyway. This chapter of nameless is devoted to kawaii shiho for being the only person to bother reviewing
Numbuh five: okay, does the chapter have a title?
Jysella: no, audience take it away
Audience of delusions: Jysella, the psycho whose birthday is tomorrow-
Jysella: I knew I loved you guys
Audience of delusions: owns no one in her fic save Sang
Sang: what about me?
Jysella: I own you
Sang: oh, don't sue
Jysella: so don't, hey!
Chapter five
In a dark corner of a dark room an old man stood before a mirror. His face, with tears of skin folded in seemingly perfect laugh lines, glistened with sweat. Near his hairline, in a far corner of his rectangular face, a wrinkle sagged.
"Damn," the man said aloud, reaching a tired hand up to fix the slipping crease. Halfway through the action he stopped and furtively glanced about the room.
"No one is in here, old man" a voice called from the darkness.
"Do ye need help?" the man asked, an accent appearing from the air.
"No, and you can leave. We know where she is now." The mans hand tremor suddenly ceased. Quickly his hand closed the gap between itself and the crease. In one violent motion he held the falling crease, as well as the remainder of his false features, in his hand. He dropped them and smashed them with disgust on the floor.
The man in the mirror no longer resembled the smiling ancient man of moments before. Instead, surrounded by shadow, stood a man whose only distinguishing feature was the malice in his eyes.
"I'll get her," he said reaching his hand into his pocket.
"We all will. We'll get all of them," said the still hidden man. " Now finish up in here we're leaving" he left the room. The man at the mirror smiled and pulled a small object from his pocket. Though the light was dim it shined it's brilliant red.
"She'll pay," he said to the shadows of the room. "Oh how she'll pay" he lifted the red object to his nose and inhaled deeply, smelling the damp fear that clung to his trophy of fading crimson hair.
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The bald agent stormed in through the doors, startling his parents with the violent movements. Behind him the capped girl and round followed timidly, murmuring near silent apologies to the pushed aside adults. Even further behind them walked a blonde boy and Asian girl who held between them a girl of about five one with long crimson hair died brown at the end and two very different color eyes.
"Hi Mrs. Uno!" remarked the asian happily as they half dragged half walked the girl towards the center of the house, towards the tree house in which they all lived.
"Quiet Numbuh three" the blonde replied through a heavy Australian accent. The girl betwixt them sighed and rolled her dual colored eyes to the ceiling.
"You'll regret this later" she said in a near singsong voice hinted with the barest of an accent, heavily suppressed. Numbuh four stopped and punched her in the stomach causing her to double over in what he mistook for pain.
" Cruddy teenager, if my teammate can't talk what makes you think you can?" Numbuh ones mother opened her heavily lipsticked mouth to remark upon this behavior when her sons voice barreled down the stairs in an irritated fashion.
"What is taking you three so long, get up here" in response the three ran to meet the annoyed leader at the top step.
"Take her to the sick room, lock the doors and get to the briefing room." The two agents paused to absorb this information while their ward stared boredly at her feet.
"I don't know if you heard me correctly, I said" he paused and smiled at the bubbly raven-haired girl who responded with a radiant smile of her own. The bald boys smile quickly grew to a frown and lines creased his previously sleek face.
" I- mean- NOW!" he shouted into her confused cheer.
The red head sighed loudly prompting a screamed response from the irate Numbuh one.
" What, teenager?" he screamed at her. Freeing her hand from the blonds grip, she wiped her face.
"Say it don't spray it," she murmured under her breath. Numbuh four grabbed immediately for her hand and, once it was under control, turned towards the sickbay dragging the girls with him.
For a few moments Numbuh one stared after their retreating forms, shaking his clean-shaven head at the scene he had just experienced. It was difficult to believe he was to be leaving this all behind in three months, with the advent of his thirteenth birthday. Very difficult.
"Yo boss!" a smooth voice called from behind him, disrupting his thoughts. The bald boy turned to find himself bumping noses with Numbuh five. Both children blushed deeply and stepped back from one another.
" Yes Numbuh five?" he asked after regaining composure. The African American girl, still mid-blush, giggled lightly.
" We've been trying to get your attention for five minutes, what were you thinking about.
The bald agent sighed remembering his disrupted thoughts, and shook his head, clearing it of the memories. "Nothing, now what was so important that it merited my immediate attention?"
"That fate girl was right," she responded as the walked down the short corridor to the briefing room, " we do have mail, and it's green." Numbuh one gasped at this revelation.
"When's it dated?" he asked fatally, wondering how they might have missed the important invoice.
" Don't know, can't exactly get into your computer without the password" Numbuh one looked down sheepishly, embarrassed at having forgotten such an important fact. " I mean I could have hacked into the mainframe but-" she was cut off by pounding feet as Numbuhs' three and four screeched passed them in the hallway.
"I'll beat you Numbuh three," the blond shouted rounding past them. The Asian didn't respond to his taunt, preferring instead to place her energy an extra burst of speed as she sprinted past him, beating him into the room.
"Maybe next time" she replied to his stunned face.
"Perhaps we should just go" Numbuh five continued, but her leader was already in the room calling the mail to the screen.
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Sang sighed and looked about the room in which she had been deposited. Its small grey interior was crowded by the two small pieces of furniture that lay on either side of the room. On the far left, three feet from the rug upon which she sat, was a stark white hospital bed, complete with a IV stand and medical records clip board hanging over the edge. She chuckled to herself and turned her attention to the only other piece of furniture; a small white table piled with crayons and paper. For a brief moment she contemplated crossing the small expanse of the room to actually draw a picture, a pleasure she hadn't enjoyed since she was five, but was saved from such falls of grace with her phones ring.
The infernal sound echoed loudly in the small shut room and she clamped her pale hands over her ears to stop it from ringing in her head as well cursing violently she dug about her pocket for the instrument of torture and, upon finding it wrapped in a piece of string, answered it in an effort to stop the racket.
'Yo" she called into the renewed silence. Her annoyance at being in the small area faded within a moment's conversation.
"Judgment!" she squealed happily, gloominess fading from her dual eyes. As quickly as it faded, however, the darkness returned, stronger then before.
"I don't know they locked me in some room" she paused before recanting in annoyance " it's small, and white, and unpleasant" an uneasy silence once again filled the room before she exploded in passion " no, they haven't seen the mail! Why would I be in this little hell if they'd seen the mail?"
The voice on the other ended of the phone murmured an amused question into her waiting ear, eliciting another bout of annoyance " well of course I can get out of here if I want, I figure ten minutes and I'll go" the figure looked down at her watch, and then back at the four white walls which surrounded her, then back at her watch.
" You know," she said into the phone impatiently, " when I said ten minutes I meant more like," she looked back to her watch and paused as though counting the seconds in her head " more like two" a slow chuckle emitted from the phone and she laughed along with it. " Yeah I know, you know me too well, got to go see you in three months"
She moved as though to end conversation when, suddenly, she spoke aloud again. " Yes I know today is their anniversary. And I know I'll miss ours, but I'll make it up to you" she winked, though she knew the voice on the phone couldn't see her, and hung up permitting no further conversation.
Letting out a large sigh she leaned her face against the rooms cool white wall. " Ten years." She said aloud to no one in particular, a tear drifting from her eye, as she absentmindedly fingered the shortened strand of hair that hung to her chin. " Ten whole years." Another moment passed in the tense silence before she began to examine the room for escape.
"Air tight, no openings that I could break, no- excuse me, what do we have here" she ran her hand along the far wall noting a difference in texture between three feet and up, and three feet and below. Acting on a hunch she pushed her face against the wall and was able to see a small room with an open door.
"Two way mirror? Score" she said aloud to no one in particular as she crossed the room. In one motion she had picked up the table and threw in to the glass, shattering the window into mirrored fragments and spraying herself with glass.
"They'll forgive me," she said taking her bag through the window and leaving the room. " They'll have too."
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The five friends stared at each other in complete shock, silence settled upon them in an uninvited shroud while they waited for their leaders recovery.
" Numbuh five thinks we should go let that girl out," the capped agent said once she found her tongue. Gradually the other four came to agree with her.
"Right Numbuh four would you care to lead the way?" Numbuh one asked as they filed out of the room.
"Sure" the blonde agent replied as he helped the raven-haired girl from her seat. "Sure" the five filed quietly from the room and, absorbed in their own thoughts, didn't pay attention as they walked through familiar hallways they would soon leave behind.
Meanwhile a certain crimson haired sixteen year old wandered hallways uncertainly looking for the team she had just finished beating up, or, at the very least, a shower. Needless to say the confusion of the two parties led to a very unfortunate collision. Both the blonde and the teenager fell to the ground, after crashing into other head on, and began cursing in languages that seemed slight variations on the other.
" Bloody Aussie" the teenager cried, picking herself up off the ground " have no sense to watch where you walk?" her voice escalated with each word in the sentence. The blonde replied to the insult without thinking to solidify his reasons for screaming
" Cruddy Kiwi" he muttered back at her " a kangaroo has more brainpower" the two glared at each other while the others blinked back confusion.
There was no additional speech until Numbuh three asked, somewhat confused:
"Kiwi? Like the bird?"
"No" Numbuh four replied with disgust " like the New Zealander"
" At least I'm not some brain-dead aussie" she responded dangerously.
"Right, well" Numbuh one said uneasily, drawing Sang's attention back to the rest of the team.
" Oh well I suppose your all wondering how I got out?" she asked looking at their blank faces
" Well actually that hadn't occurred to me, save it for later" Numbuh one replied still looking at the teenager eagerly.
"Oh then you've seen the email" the kids next door nodded, confirming her suspicion, " I suppose the melodramatic cretin came on screen and said some thing to the extent of" she puffed out her chest and coughed, lowering her voice to a more boyish tone, " hi I'm Numbuh two seventy four, many of my friends know me as Chad. But I have another name, a third name that only my closest friends know bed by. Only problem is they're all dead" Numbuh one nodded, prompting her to continue her rant.
" Then he gave you some sort of an extension of your time as kids next door members" at this Numbuh five shook her head.
" Numbuh five heard him say that at Numbuh one's thirteenth it was all or nothing-" "He didn't" the crimson haired girl said, annoyed, but knew it to be so by the teams sad expressions " he did?" she asked incredulously. Again the entirety of them nodded sadly and she sighed. " Well he at least explained why I'm here right?" she looked down at their blank faces and knew she had a long night ahead of her, after such a long trip. She sighed lightly and resolved herself to the mission.
"Well can I at least have a shower before we do this?"
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Jysella: Would you look at that, I wrote an explanatory chapter without explaining a thing
Numbuh four: woo, I bow before your intelligence.
Jysella: wow, you know Numbuh five I really like this helmet
Numbuh five: Numbuh five knew you would
Jysella: just one question, when are it's effects permanent?
Numbuh five: Numbuh five don't know, Sachi ran off with the instructions
Audience of delusions: ::cringes:: you had to go and mention her
Jysella: where'd you go Sachi, I'll return your pixi stix if you come back
Numbuh five:: all of them?
Jysella: well, no, some of them- I'm serious though, Sachi where are you
~*~*~*~*Scene cuts to Egypt where Sachi-chan is standing over a blonde Egyptian boy
wearing the aforementioned helmet~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sachi-chan: take that Malik-chan
Malik, a boy that looks suspiciously like Osirus ::author coughs repeatedly, screaming that it was by accident:: is groveling at Sachi's feet while she smirks, proudly holding the stolen instruction manual. Beside her Shadi, his white turban replaced by the all too familiar helmet, meekly stands with a plate of pixi stix. Bakura, a psychopathic grave robber, stands behind her barely containing bemused giggles.
~*~*~*~*~ scene returns to the authoress and her shortened rant~*~*~*
Jysella: oh, that's where she is, well then
Numbuh five: ooh, she's never coming back
Jysella: yup, audience take it away I have to go, ahh, sulk, yes, sulk :: calls travel agent::
Audience of delusions: read and review or the authoress won't write
Jysella: what do you mean all flights to Egypt are booked? This is Sachi's doing I know it! Hold on- don't call them, you don't even know me! how can you call them