By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes

[maculategiraffe]

(This is just a bit of a distraction. I'm still working on Lee. But could you resist this face?)


Fyodor to Holden: So there's this kid.

Holden to Fyodor: What kid?

Fyodor to Holden: This kid.

Alix to Holden: Oh, THAT kid...