An endless wait.<br/><br/>This was the purpose for which the Waiting Room was created. A pristine white room, stretching out infinitely in every direction, with rows and rows of uncomfortable chairs for people to sit on. Here and there, small tables with piles of magazines (all of them, for some reason, issues from 1995) carelessly strewn about provided meager entertainment for those about to go insane. While, in this boundless land, hunger and thirst were not rules so much as suggestions, rumors spoke of a snack vending machine and water fountain to be found, somewhere out there. Some brushed off their existence as mere legend, and some said that they only appeared to the pure of heart, while the rest quietly chewed on their chocolate bars without speaking up.<br/><br/>People sometimes referred to this place as purgatory. Some had come to accept this as the truth.<br/><br/>This was the place where the Words, girls summoned (or perhaps born?) from a mystical dictionary, waited until their turn came to appear in the story known as<em>She-ctionary</em>. Once in a while, one of them would be called on, never to come back. Not too long ago, (Had it been minutes? Days? Years? It was hard to tell in this place.) Echo, now known as Kodama, had left them. Who would be next?<br/><br/>A tinny, garbled voice came over the loudspeaker. "Obscenity to the human world, Obscenity to the human world." Soon, she, too, would leave, and the others would be left by themselves... Now, what would they do, until their turn came?