..?” I gasped, then held my throat, my eyes widening in shock. My voice... It was different. It couldn’t be my voice. It had no bass in it. It... was trembling.. “Eep!” I let out then covered my mouth with both hands. What was going on here!? Why did I sound like this? I then looked down at my hands... then down to eye the rest of my body, which I couldn’t see due to the sheer bagginess of my school uniform. Wait... My clothes were a perfect fit earlier. Why did I have so much room in them. Was that what everyone felt like across the plume?I asked Yar about that in numerous occasions; he simply said that it depends on the person. It seems that even if I am the only one in thirty-two billion human souls that can confer with Yar across the Plume, I'm not especially suited to the task. Sometimes I wish I wasn't at all, other times I wish I could just turn the switch and displace as if it was as normal as breathing. Sometimes I wish I could just steer away from the Plume, get lost. Steve: ‘They get us involved by sending us fear-mongering stories about Mosaddegh being a communist agent and fabricating links between him and the Soviet Union. Of course we have the fucking Truman Doctrine, which calls for the containment of the spread of communism, so of course we had to get involved. They (the British) also whispered into the Shah’s ears and planted in his mind, that Mosaddegh was a regicidal maniac, who would stop at nothing until the Shah was removed. They played us, they. Aur us mosam mei chudai ka maza kuch alag hi hota hai. Dipti ne awaz sunkar bedsheet ko apne sar odliya aur amit se kaha ‘ye barish ka mosam kitna acha hota hai. Bedsheet k andar isa lagta hai jaise koi gufa mei agaye ho’ ‘ha sachi’ amit ne bola. ‘par mujhe acha lagta hai aisi bijli ki roshni mei tumhara nanga badan dekhna’ ye bolke amit ne dipti ke badan se bedsheet hatayi aur uske boobs se khelna chalu kiya. Bijli ki light mei dipty ka jahaliya badan ek dam safed doodh jaisa lag raha.