Re: The stairwell to the eighth floor, 12:03 AM.
With a defeated sigh, Joanie sat down on the nearest stair, twisting to glance up at the strange young man. She absently wondered what the hell had gone wrong in her life to warrant her presence in this stairwell, skin bright green, accompanied by a boy that spoke like an ancient sea captain. But she couldn't think on that too much - surely those thoughts would only serve to drive her mad.
Dragging a hand down her face as he spoke, she tapped her heel lightly against the nearest step. "What do you mean, you "were" a seadog?" she asked suspiciously, peering at him from between her green fingers. "Are you a Buddhist or something? Past lives and all that jazz? But...but why would a past life change how you act now?"