the charming figment of a man stood against the wall with hands in pocket
"feel drained, my love?"
"Lost in the fog, I'm afraid"
her eyes grew and drooped to cartoonish proportions
grammar and spelling amiss
she sighed and hunched
typing typing typing
the ever secretly questioning robot
going about it's robot business
"Want to run away, my love?"
"very much so... away from my mind... very much so"