Descending Angel

Irina Stroia:
There once was a beautiful princess who's father, the king, went off to fight in a foreign war

Michael Rossi:
When does the young knight come?

Irina Stroia:
He just did

Michael Rossi:
Yes he did

Irina Stroia:
And it better hold him for the next ten days

Michael Rossi:
We can always sneak out to a motel, can we?

Irina Stroia:
You promised

Michael Rossi:
Keep talking

Irina Stroia:
The king had placed his daughter in a tower room where there were no windows and no doors, she was left there for a long... slow... slower time. Many years past and she began to forget what the king looked like and all she could do was dream...