[For a long time, there is muttering and shuffling, and no real discernible speech. Just a view from the ground of tree tops, green and bright in the summer weather, from where a New Feather's journal lays open.]
[If one listens closely, they may here complaints about Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan and fallen angels.]
[A moment later, a curious face swims into view of a boy with pale skin, blue eyes behind thick-rimmed rectangular glasses, and a shock of wildly messy black hair. His expression shifts quickly from curious to annoyed.]Oh, that explains a lot.
[A disgruntled sigh.]The script is blank!! Am I writing my own
City of Angels, wherein Nicolas Cage has tiny useless blue wings??
[He sits back and falls mostly out of the journal's view.]This movie is going to suck. Just sayin'.
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