Disclaimer: Last I checked, my name did not rhyme with Sick Tiordan. Or something like that. . .

Kisses,

{--Inky--}


Colors swirl across her closed eyelids, after images of something. She isn't sure what.

"She knows my name, mom, "he says.

A pleasant female voice responds. "How?"

"Beats me."


And yes, I'm fully aware that this is quite possibly the shortest chapter. EVER. Bear with me, man!!

. . . and woman. If you get offended by stuff like that.