Basil assumed it was the next day. There was no way to tell in his dank, dark, lonely prison. &quot;Basil, we will be moving you to a different room now. You can have some company!&quot; the woman's shrill voice said. _Oh great,_ he thought, _company. Probably one of them._ A door emerged out of the dirty concrete wall, and he followed the dark hallway into a room that said &quot;Official Personell Only.&quot; Basil sighed. &quot;Oh, it's unlocked,&quot; came the woman's voice. &quot;Thanks,&quot; he murmured, and pushed open the rusty door. What he saw was not at _all_ what he had expected. It was a room very different than his: this one was all-around stark white, and had one glass &quot;wall&quot; separating the two sides of the large room. &quot;Go to the left,&quot; came the woman's voice. Basil walked to the left side of the glass wall and sat down. &quot;Here's your company,&quot; she said again. And a girl walked in. She had scraggly blonde hair, smudged mascara, a torn and dirty black dress... and wings. 2008-05-10T14:33:12Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29990 <p>Awesomeness!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29990?basename=61380 2008-05-10T14:33:12Z paper flowers http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers <p>More angelles!</p> <p>Woo!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29990?basename=61328 2008-05-10T02:33:00Z OrangeOreos http://ficlets.com/authors/orangeoreos