02-24-2009, 01:44 AM
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“Corn?” he asked, leaning over to re-inspect the object. He figured that there must have been something in there but he had to admit that food was what he least expected. Now that he checked it over again, he could make out the faint letters labeling the can as ‘corn.’ Yet as he reexamined the item, he noticed something else as well; there didn’t appear to be any way to open it. The food that was in there was sealed in tight. As the thought about that, it brought another question into the Italian boy’s mind. “How did they get the corn in there?” He looked up at Geneva as he voiced his question aloud. Ehno had never seen anything really like this in all his travels, but maybe the grayscale lady knew about it.
His amber gaze trailed over the other boxes that littered the wreckage, some splintered and others relatively whole. He wondered for a moment if all of the boxes in her contained those peculiar containers of food. Ehno looked to the opposite side of the plane, to the left of the gaping hole they entered from. A stack of boxes had fallen during the collision, the top-most crate taking the worst damage. It had splintered quite badly, but he could still not make out its contents from where he was now. “You think all of those boxes have food too?”
His amber gaze trailed over the other boxes that littered the wreckage, some splintered and others relatively whole. He wondered for a moment if all of the boxes in her contained those peculiar containers of food. Ehno looked to the opposite side of the plane, to the left of the gaping hole they entered from. A stack of boxes had fallen during the collision, the top-most crate taking the worst damage. It had splintered quite badly, but he could still not make out its contents from where he was now. “You think all of those boxes have food too?”