"You can't leave, at least so far no one seems to have found a way. But I don't think the food and drink are responsible." Her voice was warm, slightly accented, as she poured him a cup of tea and held it out. Also on the cart was sugar, cream and lemon.
"It was quite the shock to arrive here," she remembered it vividly. And she was still not completely convinced she wasn't dead and in some sort of purgatory or heaven holding area. "It's not home, but it's nice enough."
Re: Waldo Butters, assigned threads
"It was quite the shock to arrive here," she remembered it vividly. And she was still not completely convinced she wasn't dead and in some sort of purgatory or heaven holding area. "It's not home, but it's nice enough."