<span style="color: #00BFBF">(ugh, I ate too much. What with a few pieces of candy; a slice of cheese pizza with garlic powder, salt, pepper, oregano, and crushed red pepper; two cans of soda; (ginger ale and dr. pepper, in that order) more candy, a broccoli roll (with cheese); more candy; and two bowls of mom's soup, my stomach is protesting. I do feel good enough to post this one time, but I don't know about later...<br/>may have to take some acid reduction pills...  *burp* ohhh...<br/>ohhh water doesn't help at alll...)</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Damon gave a quizzical look at Jack's response and expression. He shrugged it off, though, and turned back to Wolfgang, who was still standing in the same spot, apparently still in shock. "Hey, you comin'?" Damon called out.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">Wolfgang was snapped out of his stupor, closing his mouth and hurrying down the stairs, and joining Damon, who was already walking towards the train.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Jack's words confused Damon causing him to stop in his tracks a bit, but he continued on. (I am assuming that Damon was within earshot for that, but Wolfgang wasn't.)</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">Wolfgang heard Vangelos's music, and it brought him back to a simpler time. <span style="font-style: italic">He was enjoying a period off, having finished grading papers and just relaxing, leaning back in his chair with his hind paws on his desk, eyes closed and close to dreaming.</span> Unfortunately, it was then that Violet told Vangelos to stop and that his playing was terrible, which sent Wolfgang out of his reverie, and he glared at Violet. Killjoy. He filed it away in his mind to tell Vangelos later that Violet was wrong and that Vangelos played great.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFBF">(ok, Jack just became an ass...)</span>