Sichada whined with disappointment's at the rejection of her offer. She really hated sorting socks on her own. She'd have to sulk later on her own time.<br/><br/>"AROUND midnight," Sichada corrected Donta, "Like 11:45 PM-midnight. It was somewhere between that. And yes- whoever it was already passed onto the next life in a place where you could talk to butterflies and flowers without getting high. Now that I think about it, the scream must have been pretty loud since it caught my attention-and I have crappy hearing- so other people could hear it too more than likely. I mean that was a perfect horror movie blood curdling scream!" She rested her arms at her sides and sighed.<br/><br/>"But alas, there was nobody there except for me, that rock and the people stranded on my wheel barrow," she answered.