by Melissa Castro » Wed Apr 22, 2015 9:37 am
"So far nothing on my end either," Melissa projected to them from where she was sitting on a bench in ratty clothes with a bottle in a brown paper bag. "You owe me a manicure for this, John." She stood up and stumbled along, moving to another bench for a different view. Her mind floated around, trying to get a sense of anything out of place without, you know, actually invading anyone's thoughts.