<div class="floatright">(http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/B/BR/BRO/Brown.Eyes.White.Dumbies/1194110168_enPunkGirl.jpg)</div>Sunny tugged at her braid, clearly trying to make sure of the whole chessboard metaphor. If it was a metaphor.<br/><br/>"If nobody knows what's down there, then how can they be sure that there is really anything 'down there' at all?"<br/><br/>"Hey yeah, how is that?" Sunny demanded, accusingly. It took her a moment before she realized that the other two had no idea what she was talking about. It had been quite some time before she had any extended conversation with anyone. And the conversation provided by all her deadhead friends couldn't exactly be called 'extended' a good deal of the time. More like things that only made sense to the speaker and sometimes to Sunny.<br/><br/>"Chessboards, checkerboards... Why not backgammon boards? Those are more interesting, anyway."<br/><br/>"Ooohh, or craps tables all the way down, maybe. And how is there a Craps Table Zero? The only things that start at zero are computers. You can't have a zero-th table. That's like having a glass full of empty. Something that exists by not existing. Or doesn't exist because it does. Why is the ocean blue? Because it reflects the sky. Why is the sky blue, because it reflects the ocean. It is what it is because it is what it is. Unless it isn't."<br/><br/>Sunny giggled to herself. It had been a while since she had had a conversation like this, even with herself, and it made her a little homesick. Even though that home wasn't really in one place, smelled of chemicals, and was full of more strangers than acquaintances. Kind of like this place, but back home the strangers were more likely to spend entirely too long looking at your tie-dyed shirt, rather than kicking your ribs in.<br/><br/>"Do we have to pay to go to the Kingdom of Wax? Wax-works weren't made to be looked at for nothing, nohow."