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Room 406, Sunday Morning
Aug. 20th, 2006 08:26 amWhen Parker came knocking, Isabel hadn't hesitated to join the rescue. She'd briefly debated waking Greg and letting him know where she was going, but she had a feeling he wouldn't like the idea of her going out when she was injured herself. Instead she wrote a quick note, Jack's in trouble. I'm going to help get him back. Back soon. Isabel, and hoped like hell she'd be back before he woke up to read it.
Of course confronting older versions of your friend and then coming back to the dorms and getting explanations meant that it was much later then Isabel would have liked when she returned to her room. The sun was up, she could only hope Greg wasn't.
Of course confronting older versions of your friend and then coming back to the dorms and getting explanations meant that it was much later then Isabel would have liked when she returned to her room. The sun was up, she could only hope Greg wasn't.
