Room 512, Monday Morning
Okay, waking up on Monday with her usual blonde hair and normal memories made it very clear to Elena that this weekend had been ... some sort of amusement this island had been putting across.
She was going to take a moment to be very grateful that there had been no phone calls from Reno, panting for details about her being a lesbian.
Which meant Tseng probably hadn't told him.
Which meant she owed Tseng. Huge.
Elena rubbed her eyes and reminded herself that it could have been much, much worse. At least this made for interesting stories.
(For linkdroppy and aftermath-ness! Door is open and expecting a phone call to boot! That is to say: open!)
She was going to take a moment to be very grateful that there had been no phone calls from Reno, panting for details about her being a lesbian.
Which meant Tseng probably hadn't told him.
Which meant she owed Tseng. Huge.
Elena rubbed her eyes and reminded herself that it could have been much, much worse. At least this made for interesting stories.
(For linkdroppy and aftermath-ness! Door is open and expecting a phone call to boot! That is to say: open!)