[Darksheare]

*White courtesy phones rings. Darks looks surprised, fearful, and amused all at the same time.*
"Hmm.. now who would know I'm here?"
*Into phone*
"Umm.. yell-o?"
*Oddly familiar but still menacing Voice on phone*
'I seee you!'
*Darks looks around for who wouldbe pranking him*
"Umm.. I can see me too. Though this usually isn't a problem."
*Still weird and utterly creepy voice on phone*
'There is nowhere you can hiiiiiide!'
*Darks, really confused now, looks over his shoulder*
"Umm.. are you sure you got the right number?"
*Odd voice pauses*
'Baggins?'
"Nope, but I've been accused of Hobbitry and other lesser crimes."
'Oh, sorry. *shouting at someone in same room as voice* You blundering idot Nazgul gave me the wrong number!'
*Darks slowly hangs up the phone and sneaks off*
"I'm gone!"

And thus I am back.

[My back yard]

The man woke up, and leaning over the bedrail he chose the leather-worked unbifurcated garment over the denim bifurcated trousers lying on the floor needing a wash. In a gesture that could be described as schizophistoric, he wore a yarmulke for his codpiece.