Room 231, Wednesday Evening

[carter_i_am]

Sam had spent the day cleaning, mostly. Washing sheets and blankets and shirts and shorts and sweatpants that had been used as bedding and pajamas over the last few days, straightening furniture, checking to make sure that certain small people hadn't erased or "fixed" anything important, and generally trying to erase the evidence of Eddie, Lou, and Jake.

It didn't help.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is for Jack.]