"Do you think she can see us from in there? "
"Naw-she's busy. "
"She's deep in thought
she is-but what could she be thinking about? "

"How long's she been in there? "
"Seven days. I bring her food and drink
I take it out again. She's got enough paper in there
to last another week. "

"Wasn't her brother the mad historian who went digging
into the secrets of the gray caps?
Didn't he go under the city? "
"He's there now, some say, along with the snails
and the cursed gray caps. "
"What's she do then? "

"What could she be typing so furiously? "
"The story of your life. A history of pubs and bars
How should I know. "
"Whatever it is, it must be important. To her. "
"Funny. That typewriter's like an echo
It falls away when we stop talking. "
"Yes, yes it does! Do you think she's... ? "
"Naw-I must be wrong
Hasn't got anything to do with us
Hasn't got anything to do with us. "