night 45: F-A block hallway.

[vitale]

( from here. )So far, so good. Once Bella’s hand touched the corner of the wall, she followed it slowly, her feet stumbling over themselves for a few seconds before she finally got her footing. “Stupid ... disorientating darkness,” she muttered to herself, her cheeks flushed from the thought of falling. That certainly wasn’t high up there on her

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[sheisthecause]

"Who they really--" Meche stopped herself, frowning. What did Soma mean by that? Those "real lives" were just stories made up by the staff to confuse them; she had to know that as well as anyone. "Well, I think Senna usually has a pretty good sense of who she is, even if she has a lot to deal with sometimes," she replied, with an equal touch of determination. "I'll be glad when she's back to normal." She felt like it was important to say that somehow, to make sure they were on the same page. They really needed to keep Senna grounded right now.

As for where she was going, at least that had a simpler answer: "Yes, I'm heading straight over." She didn't miss the fact that Soma hadn't mentioned meeting anyone else, and Meche knew from the bulletin board that she didn't have an Arts and Crafts assignment. It didn't look like Soma was carrying a weapon, either. Meche wondered if she shouldn't volunteer to go along, but she only had a flashlight and Soma was a lot faster than she was anyway. She'd just have to trust that the girl would be all right.

"Take care, Soma," she said, offering an encouraging smile. "I'll tell the girls you might drop in later."

[sheisthecause]

With a last glance back, she hurried on ahead into Senna's hall.

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