"Annie is your name?"
"Yes."
"And you knew Oscar Diggs before his tragic balloon accident."
"Yes, I did."
"Did you see him as he was comatose?"
"I was with him throughout the whole time."
"Would you be able to tell us what happened? The good and pure truth? We've heard some pretty insane stories, but we want the real one."
"I think..."
"Please?"
"I think that he would approve."
"Excellent. Whenever you're ready."
"I suppose I should start with the day he was found..."
(Here's my depressing new story! I figured I'd give ya'll this as a pacifier as I slowly write the rest of No Good Deed Goes Unpunished)
