Jan 27, 2006 10:11
Stark was unsettled by all of the snow and the cold and he hadn’t slept well as a result. He had come down to the clinic when he woke up, because at least there he might have something to do until it was time for Art. Sitting in his room staring out the window and thinking of things that were better left alone was not going to do him any good. So he was in the clinic, occasionally looking at his vocabulary sheet for Grissom’s Paranormal class and muttering to himself.
((I’m only around until 1 EST today, but I’ll be back around 5 if you really want to tag me for anything.))
open clinic,
victor borkowski,
alanna trebond,
stark