How swift... how secretly the shadow of the night comes on... the pull of dark velvet overcurtains extinguishing the luminosity of day and replacing it with a caliginous dishonesty that was so appropriate for the District of Columbia at this time of night. At any time, really, though it took night for the inverse lustre to really shine through. If you are lost, leave now. If you were looking for the seedier part of the D.C., you've found it. Sloppy letters, written above, mark it as the destination she has come all this way for. Tess's very own home away from home- The Veldt. --Aenigma --Tess