THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING BUT DIALOG IN THIS.

Skype:

"Hey mommy."

"Hi, sweetie,"

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Why can't I come home?"

"Well..."

"I like living there, with you,"

"I know, darling, but you can't."

"Why?"

"Because you're hurt, remember? You fell out of that tree and broke your arm."

"When can I come home then?"

"I'm not sure, honey, it was a bad break,"

"I can see my rocking horse behind you!"

"...But the rocking horse was in the play-room. I'm upstairs in my bedroom."

"It's right behind you, it's moving, mommy."

"...What?"

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Who's that behind you?"

I want to play a game.