Near first floor lobby early Tuesday eve.

[apocalypsesoon]

John lay in his bed after class, in the early evening, hating his sinuses.

Left side. Nothing.
Right side.
Back.
Front.
Fetal position right side. Slight movement.

Sighing, he decided to take a hot shower to combat the lack of humidity. He rubbed his nose, and decided to use the ol' swimmer's trick of blowing his nose while pinching the nostrils shut.

His ears popped, but still felt funny.

Giving it up for naught, he walked into the bathroom.

And screamed.