Re: Room 12: Janus A/Steve M
[Janis could remember when lying on carpeted floors and listening to music was all people did, full attention dedicated to the sound and the company. She could sit here with the continual agony into both eyes, ignore the popping lights that weren't there, and pretend she was staring at a ceiling from long long ago. If only the music was as good.] Like a cross between show choir and a crazy synthesizer.
Did she? I see what you mean, though. Not much of a tourist place. That's why I drive [...] drove, the bus. Newer faces more often. [Janis wanted to say that people often had hope and it made them stupid and vulnerable, but it felt like a stupid thing to say when she knew the Cap meant it. She raised her fingertips to touch the lenses of the glasses, to be sure they were still in place.]