Room 203
It's late.
Anne sits up in bed, her arms wrapped about her knees, gazing out the window. It's late, but she doesn't feel tired yet, and she's worried. Two nights now, Amy has been late into the room, and her smiles are not as bright as they once were, or her laugh as merry, and so Anne is worried.
She breathes a sigh of relief as the door clicks softly open, and looks over, wide gray eyes shining in the dim room.
"Amy?"
Anne sits up in bed, her arms wrapped about her knees, gazing out the window. It's late, but she doesn't feel tired yet, and she's worried. Two nights now, Amy has been late into the room, and her smiles are not as bright as they once were, or her laugh as merry, and so Anne is worried.
She breathes a sigh of relief as the door clicks softly open, and looks over, wide gray eyes shining in the dim room.
"Amy?"