Entrance Hall
You are standing in an oak-panelled, tiled-floor
entrance hall. On a tall table in the corner of this small ante-chamber
stands a tall, spindly table with a chunky telephone
a-top. The air smells, faintly, of egg sandwiches - or is it horse
manure?
You pick up the receiver and hear the distant
sound of splashing. There
is also the sound of strained breathing, a short pause, and then
an
elderly lady's voice comes on the line: "Yes? (gasp) What
do you want?
(wheeze) I'm a little busy at the moment...could you call back
later?"
Before you can speak she hangs up...as the line is cut off you
hear her
shouting "Get back in the tank, Orca! Fred? Fred? Fetch the
seals!"
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