Later Thursday night
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xp_logsLorna realizes her mistake and goes to correct it.
Lorna shook herself of a half-sleep and automatically leaned forward to check on Alison who she could just see through the open doorway. Satisfied that no harm had come to her roommate, Lorna roused herself enough to get another cup of coffee to replace the now cold mug sitting beside her. She grabbed the pot and then stared in fascination as the surface of the coffee jumped and shuddered. She blinked slowly then turned a disapproving eye on the trembling hand responsible.
"Right then," she muttered quietly, "No more coffee." She went to find something else to keep her awake for her self-imposed vigil on Alison's rest. The various fashion magazines scattered carelessly near her desk were dismissed out of hand and she gave only the briefest thought to polishing up her syllabus and lesson plans. Inevitably she headed back to her bedside table and pulled open the drawer that habitually held her Bible and her copy of Aristotle's Ethics. She reached in and pulled out the first but couldn't find the second. With slowing dawning horror she remembered running out the of computer lab upon reading of Alison's injury. She also remembered that she had not grabbed her book before she left.
Lorna was halfway to the stairs before she had clearly registered leaving her room. She ran down the steps, her bare feet whisper quiet on the cool wood floors. With only a cursory glance to see if any of the night-creatures were about, she hurried into the computer lab and flipped the light switch. She swallowed a sigh of relief when she saw her book lying where she had left it. Book safely in hand, she ran back to her room.
As she walked into the suite, she thumbed the book open to the paper acting as her bookmark and drew it out with two fingers while closing the door behind her with her other hand. She looked in again on her roommate while she unfolded the paper. She had written the letter late one night after another futile attempt at sleep and was desperately embarrassed by the scathing logic that merely served as bravado to hide her underlying fear. She was relieved to have it back safely if only to remind herself what lying looked like.
However a single glance was all that was necessary to see that this was not her self-addressed letter.
It took several seconds to sink in fully. The letter was gone
Ethics fell to the floor with a muted thud.
Then panic set in.
Lorna shook herself of a half-sleep and automatically leaned forward to check on Alison who she could just see through the open doorway. Satisfied that no harm had come to her roommate, Lorna roused herself enough to get another cup of coffee to replace the now cold mug sitting beside her. She grabbed the pot and then stared in fascination as the surface of the coffee jumped and shuddered. She blinked slowly then turned a disapproving eye on the trembling hand responsible.
"Right then," she muttered quietly, "No more coffee." She went to find something else to keep her awake for her self-imposed vigil on Alison's rest. The various fashion magazines scattered carelessly near her desk were dismissed out of hand and she gave only the briefest thought to polishing up her syllabus and lesson plans. Inevitably she headed back to her bedside table and pulled open the drawer that habitually held her Bible and her copy of Aristotle's Ethics. She reached in and pulled out the first but couldn't find the second. With slowing dawning horror she remembered running out the of computer lab upon reading of Alison's injury. She also remembered that she had not grabbed her book before she left.
Lorna was halfway to the stairs before she had clearly registered leaving her room. She ran down the steps, her bare feet whisper quiet on the cool wood floors. With only a cursory glance to see if any of the night-creatures were about, she hurried into the computer lab and flipped the light switch. She swallowed a sigh of relief when she saw her book lying where she had left it. Book safely in hand, she ran back to her room.
As she walked into the suite, she thumbed the book open to the paper acting as her bookmark and drew it out with two fingers while closing the door behind her with her other hand. She looked in again on her roommate while she unfolded the paper. She had written the letter late one night after another futile attempt at sleep and was desperately embarrassed by the scathing logic that merely served as bravado to hide her underlying fear. She was relieved to have it back safely if only to remind herself what lying looked like.
However a single glance was all that was necessary to see that this was not her self-addressed letter.
It took several seconds to sink in fully. The letter was gone
Ethics fell to the floor with a muted thud.
Then panic set in.
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