This is sort of a break from my story Crossroads.
The song "Right Here Waiting" Is によって Richard Marx.

Screen fades to black..

I could see him in my mind. I remember him standing there on the peir. His head was down. I could tell he was troubled, badly. Perhaps this was not the time. I glanced down at the letter I held in my flipper. Perhaps not. I started to back away, then I stopped. No. I couldn't chicken out. If I didn't do this now I may never be able to do it again. I hesitantly tucked the tall 襟, 首輪 of my raincoat over my shoulders and walked out under the dark grey clouds. My feet made little...

At-chu

AN/Lame title. It was the best I could think of.

The energetic tune of the bugal tone that sounded at
exactly six thirty every morning sent three penguins
leaping up and out of ベッド in size order. Kowalski, Rico,
and Private all stood side によって side in erect posture.
They gazed strait on, Kowalski's expression solid and
serious though still half-awake, Rico, a solemn expression
on his scarred face all the same あなた could see the phyco
fire in his antarctican eyes, Private, who was last in the order,
carefully wiped sleep from one ライラック eye, not breaking
his posture however. After waiting several seconds...