Fred's spirits have improved greatly since having a chance to get cleaned up, rest, and make repeated visits to the hotel's kitchen.  So instead of hiding out in her room, she's decided to set herself up in an out of the way corner of the lobby with her whiteboard and markers, and theories written out on paper laid out on the sofa beside her.  At ( Read more... )

The first thing Fred realizes is  that she isn't in pain any more.  She is exhausted and her throat is parched.  But that awful feeling like her whole body was on fire was gone.  That means Angel must have saved her.  He always comes through.  Ever the knight in shining armour.  She manages a small, weak smile at the thought.

Then she realizes she ( Read more... )

Enter a young man, looking highly amused with himself and carrying a calculator that just so happens to be inside of a Jello mold. He glances around furtively and moves to set the Jellocalculator inside a desk drawer, but -- there's no desk. So he stops and looks around, a little confusedly.

"...What just happened?"

Typist: Presenting one (1) ( Read more... )

And suddenly she's here, sitting behind the reception desk that's been here the entire time. The phone rings, and on autopilot, she answers it ( Read more... )