Henry's out for a while, and I mean like, unconscious kind of out, so I'm taking over his lil' transmitter.
Hey there. I'm Heather, Heather Mason, and I am sort of a photographer too.
I don't do it for a living like Henry, it's sort of a hobby...
*male voice behind her, she sighs*
Shut up, Vincent! Go and read your bible or something!
*sound of footsteps rushing off*
...Where was I? Oh, right. Hobby. I got the hobby from Henry actually, he's an old friend of mine.
And Vincent's an old friend too, but you don't wanna know him. Really.
Um, what else should I be telling you?...
Um, I don't like boys. Should I tell you that? Nope? Shit. I also don't like cake. Or sweets in general. That's quite a useless information, right?...
*sound of Vincent, faint, from behind her again*
...What? I never had to socialize, you know? You wanted me to do this! You're telling me you can do better, four-eyes? Yeah? YEAH? Come on, bitch, if you dare...
*silence for a few moments*
...All righty. Oh! Right! Henry took a lot of candid shots of you guys, and he put them in a box labeled 'TO GIVE'. So anybody who knew him, you can come and pick it up at the Rabbit Burrow...
*Vincent's voice, even fainter, from behind her*
...Rabbit Hole. Blegh. Whatever.
So, I guess I'll see you killjoys and Better Living and everyone in between soon?
Or not?-VINCENT, THAT'S MY FUCKING CAKE!