I sat at the computer, staring at the old screen, waiting for Dave to reply to my comment on our own little messanger we created.
Hey, D. How've you been? You should really join that club I was talking about; it's really good, and has the same message that we do.
D? You there? D?
I waited there for a few minutes before my eyes glazed over, and my mind slipped into day-dream.
My name's Mitt. Well, not really. No-one knows my name; my whole family died, leaving me their billions of billions of pounds. I don't ever speak my name aloud ever, because I am in big trouble with the police. But I always was.