[sylvanSpider]

Benjamin, having figured out that the sunlight seemed to give him energy, was rarin' and ready to write more. It was the first time he'd "spoken" to anyone for nearly two centuries and he wanted to get better. With the sex comment though he quickly typed out: sex/// without marriage///. The concept was foreign to him as he couldn't imagine hurting any woman's honor like that before the wedding night.

He listened as she spoke, thankful that she was leaving the computer in a spot that was decently lit by the sunlight so he could type all he wanted to while she was gone. It was so long since he last was able to write! Of course she would have to leave. She did have a life after all. So, he would use the opportunity as best he could. He glanced down at the photograph. Strange to think that this was once the best technology they had. He could see himself there, posed, serious. His lips were pressed in a thin line, his brow slightly furrowed. In the black and white photo, one couldn't quite gauge the exact shade of his hair save for the fact that it was too dark to be blonde, too light to be black. It was wavy, cut short about the ears. His eyes too were light, typical of an Englishman. They looked as though they could have been a blue or a green, perhaps hazel. Even with such a stern looking countenance, those who knew him would say that that wasn't Benjamin. That was some serious bloke. Couldn't have been the fun-loving writer they all knew and loved.

Tearing his eyes away from the picture, he focused on the screen and wiggled his fingers. He was going to write. Kind of. Certainly, he would be writing down a series of questions. Not necessarily the most creative of tasks, but he was up to it. He wrote:
what do you do for a living/
do i scare you/
can you find out where my parents went and if they were happy when they lived/ then added on the same line, i understand if not.
and finally what kind of books do you enjoy reading/