[i]You find yourself in a dim room lit by nothing but a dim, dim candle flickering as if it's going to go out. You don't remember how you got here, or even where here is, but you know that you are being watched. Suddenly you hear a noise. You turn around to see a panel in the wall slide open to put in a mailsack. You are surprised because this is your normal weekly routine: dropping a question in the mailsack. But something is wrong. This isn't the mailman's mailsack, you aren't in the mailsack zone anymore. You're in...the Communisack zone.[/i]
Yeah......so drop a question less the candle goes out and you find yourself alone with Jerome. In the dark no less.
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I've grown accustomed to the darkness. Still, just so Jerome and I have something to talk about: How do you deal with all this waiting?