thesassylorax

"What do you mean there's press outside?" Once-ler asked, doing up his shirt buttons slowly. "Just what I said. Press outside." Norma said as she approached him, setting the suitcase she had brought in with her on the bed. "They must have caught wind you're leaving the hospital so they camped out in hopes of getting an interview with you." "But why?" he asked, cautiously moving to the window to peek out. There weren't too many of them, but enough to be annoying. "You survived a forest fire? To see how you look now? To ask how you'll be managing your business? How it's been affected? What shirts you wear?" Norma listed off as she opened the