I've got to go feed my dogs, as they are milling about mournfully. I'd like to think that when we wake up in the morning, this story will have become a media firestorm. Not likely, but I can hope. Night, Onyx. We are only just beginning to learn about this story. Details are sketchy now, and there's much to piece together. But FReepers are good at it.
Night Wolfstar.
My head is about to explode.
I'm fixing to call it a night too.