Third Floor Hallways, Saturday Afternoon

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.

So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, Will Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.

And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.

Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.

It could happen.

(The hallway is open like an open thing.)

Comments

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"I know. But I'm an enchanted prince, a witch turned me into a frog."

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

"Did she?" Jonie asked. "Well, she did a pretty good job, because you look just like one."

Only made out of felt, but she wasn't one to split hairs. At least she didn't think she was.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"I think she might have lots of experience."