by Will Stanton » Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:23 pm
And...there was nothing there. A featureless white plane as far as the eye could see. No gingerbread house, no library, no garden. Nothing. All gone.
On the other hand, there was no giant statue of Mel, no smoke, no fire. It was quiet, calm, and peaceful.
Or it WAS, anyway.
"You the owner here?" a single voice said from behind her, apparently having walked from behind the big black box.
It was....well, it was Sara again. Dressed in working overalls and a hard hat.
And ONLY working overalls and a hard hat.
PLASTICINE