Re: [Graveyard]
[There's a strange sound that started life as a computer-translated laugh. Not a big one, but it's there.] Text sounds bad. I know. [And then, since her words aren't making it through as well as she might want:] I go. But here. Help. If I can. [And then, so softly, the feel of feathers on his arm before a quiet rustle of sound.]