<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence sat back, put his observations on hold.<br/>"Strangely enough...I did...I didn't pay it a whole lot of mind at the time, but it is an oddity."<br/>Terrence recalled the squeaking well now, as if it was the only thing interesting to happen to him today.<br/>He paused momentarily to take a swig of Bourbon.  It had been a long time since he'd had real alcohol.<br/>Some people, before things got bad, would ferment their own, but the ingredients were tainted.  Most died from drinking themselves stupid, Terrence himself had gotten violently ill, but luckily his body had purged itself before he could die.<br/>Luckily he had only had one cup before realizing that fluid was nearly as dangerous as ingesting quicksilver.<br/>"Can't think what it was...another person seems almost too unbelievable."</div></blockquote>