Post by Lachryma on Mar 8, 2007 9:27:21 GMT -5
Lachryma jogs up the stairs. After a couple of minutes you hear her voice out in the street.
"Come here, little ones. Leave poor DJ alone. Yes, walk over to me...keep following....I wish I had flute."
As her voice fades, so does the moaning.
"Come here, little ones. Leave poor DJ alone. Yes, walk over to me...keep following....I wish I had flute."
As her voice fades, so does the moaning.