SomeWhat, traced his finger down the spine of his book, and opened it a random page. His momentary look of wonder was replaced with a frown. Some darn fool had hollowed out the inside, and hid some sleeping pills, a blindfold, and a rag smelling suspiciously of chloroform in the centre of the book. Well none of that would help, and the book was totally ruined, SomeWhat tossed away the useless pile of junk and exhaled deeply. What would he do? It was nearly sleepy time. Page 4545 | Page 5555 | Page 6565 [[Illogic Book/|]] [[Illogic Book/|]]