The Old Old Book Store, Saturday Morning

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Kiki woke up. She had fallen over at some point, curled on the floor by the dark, cheerless fireplace, and she stretched her cold and cramped limbs before she stood up and looked around the store.

"Empty," she murmured. "Empty..." she repeated. It had a sort of musical lilt to it. A hint of morose jazz. She hopped on the counter and sat with her legs crossed at the knee.

"Empty - like the feelings in my heart
Empty - I'm here all alone
I know, I know, he had to go,
But how do I go on?
Finding that we're now...
Apart."

She lay down and rolled over onto her stomach, ankles crossed. She really needed a sparkly red dress and for this to be the top of a shiny Baldwin [ooc: *ahem* piano, not Alec] that she was laying across, but the mood was unmistakably 'smokey lounge jazz singer.'

"Empty - I knew this from the start
Empty - I knew you'd have to leave
That me and you someday'd be through
But it's so hard to believe
That now we really are...
Apart.

"Oh you guided me, and taught me,
And helped me all along,
You talked to me and laughed with me
And showed me right and wrong
So many things you gave me
From books to wisdom true
But the one thing you forgot -
Was how to be without youuuu....

"Empty - you're no longer here to thwart
Empty - all the plots and schemes
That place I'll take just for your sake
I'll tell you of them in my dreams
For it's hit me now, truly now, that we are..."

*pause, then softly:*

"A---pa--rt..."


Jiji, outlined in the window, stood with his back arched, his eyes wide, and his tail poofed to three times it's normal size.

Kiki. For God's sake, TELL ME you are not possessed again.