* The narrator was chillin' on a bean bag, silent. She seemed pretty chill, then she muttered sometihin' under her breath. * Can't believe no one's tried bringin' Sunday back, strange, yo- mM- It's also sad, but..what do I care? I'm just The Narrator. * She shrugged and continued ta' vibe there. *
The mask popped up next ta' her. "Yeah, ikr? Weird, but then again. What do I care?"
* The narrator shrugged again. * She's been gone for a while, and, uhm..yeah.
[ Do whatever- ]