texts: Then, what's gone wrong?  Why did it happen? </s> <s> If ye want more tricks, I'm your man, but for big questions ye must go elsewhere. </s> <s> Don't you care about what's happened?
labels: Course we care.  What good's the world locked in a season of death. Frozen up, no folks to scare out of their wits on a summer's night; no babies to tickle; no more spells to cast... Think that's an enjoyable prospect?