Staring in a dark void; an empty space. There is nothing but eachother. "What are you?" "Where am I?" "Who am I?" "Why are we?" "When were we?" But the questions won't stop piling up. Even as we become comfortable. As they watch us; study us. As we wither. As They Watch is an original story written from the mind of Myra Rosser, as the alias goes, and is in no way to associate with anything or anyone living or deceased.