The mansion seems unsettled of late. Or, maybe it's just me. I've been in a reclusive mood, almost hiding from the others. Many of us have been that way, and hence this 'exercise' in communication. Never did I dream as a child in the wilds of the Serengeti that I would be communicating with others through a laptop, with whizzing electrons that float through the air to become words on someone else's screen. Amazing how time changes things.
Maybe the Professor can help me figure out my uneasiness.
If you wish to find me, and I am not haunting the attic, try this AIM screenname: stormfrontororo.