"So that's something, but I still wish I was there with you -- if only so I knew why you sounded like the cat who got into the cream," Jack half-complained. "Any progress with Portalocity, by the way? The idiots on this end still can't find any portals to your dimension."
Re: Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Late late late Friday night.
Date: 2012-11-23 02:46 am (UTC)