While Bes is ashamed to admit to himself, let alone anyone else, that he had not called his East Coast faux family since the strange sickness, he is quick to pick up the phone once the news story hits. His own illness coupled with that of his young bride plus two small children... Well, he could be forgiven from being distracted. He, however, won't forgive himself.

So he picks up the phone and takes it to a quiet room in the small house he and Erato share with their sons and, as he waits for the phone to pick up, he paces... And mutters to himself.

C'mon. Oh, sweet God above, c'mon. Answer. Please...

This is one of the stranger message boards I've seen. I'm not quite sure what it's all about. All I know was I was getting the shit spammed out of me, and getting on here seems to have made it stop. I don't know who signed me up for this, but I hope they didn't sign me up for any others. I'd hate to have to change over emails because of too much spam, I've had my current email for a long time now.