Room 223, afternoon
While the trip to the Underworld had gone pretty smoothly (despite getthing caught), Cameron somehow couldn't shake the image of Bel holding the orb containing his father's soul. Somehow this had resulted into a telephone call home and him agreeing to go home for the holidays.
When he hung up the phone, he heard a scribbling noise coming from his desk. Looking up, he noticed a pen hovering over his Constant Vigilance notes.
"Oh no!" He warned as the pen made a menacing wriggle and made a dive for the notes. At the same time, Cameron lunged forward to intercept the pen. Which would be exactly about the same time when he realised that he'd fallen into the trap.
The pen changed course and when Cameron finally managed to lock it up in his top drawer, his face was covered in equations.
((Open!))
When he hung up the phone, he heard a scribbling noise coming from his desk. Looking up, he noticed a pen hovering over his Constant Vigilance notes.
"Oh no!" He warned as the pen made a menacing wriggle and made a dive for the notes. At the same time, Cameron lunged forward to intercept the pen. Which would be exactly about the same time when he realised that he'd fallen into the trap.
The pen changed course and when Cameron finally managed to lock it up in his top drawer, his face was covered in equations.
((Open!))