Room 512, Saturday Evening
Elena felt strangely out of sorts. Maybe she was at a crossroads. Maybe she didn't know where she was, just yet.
At least she didn't have a robot baby to mind just yet. Bobby still had their unnamed joint child until tomorrow. She should be celebrating her last night of freedom with alcohol or sex, but she wasn't really in the mood.
Her door was open, and she was surfing the web, idly. Maybe she should catch up on phone calls? She needed to talk to Reno, at least ...
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At least she didn't have a robot baby to mind just yet. Bobby still had their unnamed joint child until tomorrow. She should be celebrating her last night of freedom with alcohol or sex, but she wasn't really in the mood.
Her door was open, and she was surfing the web, idly. Maybe she should catch up on phone calls? She needed to talk to Reno, at least ...
(open!)