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Sacharissa found the snow enthralling. When it fell at home, it was grey by morning and brown by afternoon, if not sooner, and more like walking in a puddle of mud which covered the city than in the crisp, soft stuff beneath her now. This appealed to her more, and she smiled, looking around, as she made her walk to the compound.
She had her notebook with her, as she entered the compound and walked down the hall to work, and was consulting her notes when she spotted the door to the psych office. Biting her lip to hold back a nervous smile, she knocked on the doorframe, leaning in to look at Annie. "Hello," she said. "Hard at work?"
[Backdated to mid-December.]