Ok, boys and girls, let's simmer down before I end up making the HLML fully moderated. On a lighter note, Autumn said she was graduating high school about now, which gave me the inspiration for the second half of the skit. Congratulations Autumn.

-- Kevin (That was certainly an unexpected way to end X:WP)

When I think back on these times
And the dreams we left behind
I'll be glad 'coz I was blessed
To get to have you in my life

When I look back on these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me

-- Faith Hill, "There'll You'll Be", 2001.
Lyrics by Dianne Warren.

Scene: James Tillman's apartment. He's rumaging around looking for something to take to the Survivor contest.

James (JT): Now where's that flashlight?

A knock on the door. It's Wight in all his skeletal glory, or lack thereof.

JT: Trick or Treaters already? Isn't it a bit early?

Wight (WI): How many times do I have to tell people this is *not* a costume!

JT: Well, if that's not a costume then you have a serious fashion problem.

WI: I'm a skeleton!

JT: No need to despair. A good high-carb, high-protein diet and you'll bulk up in no time.

WI: Aargh!

JT: So what can I do for you Mr--

WI: Wight.

JT: Black.

WI: My name is Wight. W-I-G-H-T. Wight.

JT: You look more like a skeleton than a wight.

WI: Aargh! {{To camera}} Do you have to make fun of my name *all* the time?!?

[Yes.]

JT: So, what can I do for you?

WI: I'm your New Cirran Mentor, here to show you the ropes of New Cirra.