[Mental: Tentative. It's by no means the mental shout from before but it has the same mental feel, like handwriting looking similar on the page. It's not invasive, a knock at the door rather than a foot in the gap and forcing way through. The feel of it is polite, a little bewildered.]
Are we stuck like this? [And then silence.]
[The cursor blinks for a minute or two. He starts typing. He deletes it.] Hello.
Who: Valerie King and Saint Reilly What: 'So you're pretty. Really pretty. And this might sound creepy. But it isn't. But can I ...photograph you?' When: Recently Where: Ocean's Eleven door. Status: Unfinished.