There was a pillow on my face. I pushed it away from me, Sara went tumbling over Jordan, Cassie swiftly exited the room before she got entangled, and it was the start of another day.
Groggily, I made my way to the room where we'd eaten the night before and stared out the window. "It's still so white!"
"No no no, Rachel," Marco said mockingly. "Weren't you paying attention in computer tech? It's closer to color, uh, well, there's like 16 million different colors."
"Your hexadecimal color system? 16,777,216," Ax informed us.
"Most of us just call it white," Jake smiled.
"White…snow…AX!"
"What?" he said innocuously.
"Tobias is out in that snow!"
"Indeed he is."
"How is he? Haven't you gotten in touch with him?"
"I am still not a thoughtspeak broadcaster. Does the word broadcaster have any relationship to castor oil? Oil tastes good…"
"You got that right," Marco said.
"Ax…"
"For my own personal curiosity, and not your demands, I will contact Tobias." Several seconds passed. "He is fine. Cold, but fine."
There was a lot I would have like to have said to Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthil at that moment. Luckily for us all, Cassie was there to restrain me. "Rachel? How about some breakfast?"