Room 603, late Wednesday night
Hamlet was surprised to find an email from Rory in his mailbox before going to bed, and even more concerned that it might mean something bad. Aside from the lake of coffee and the rain of pudding, nothing too out of the ordinary had happened to him yet, so he hoped that maybe he'd managed to dodge the curse.
His mind wandered to thoughts of his family back home. He supposed that, as it stood, he was in exile here in Fandom. His uncle still controlled his Mother, his inheritance, and his life. He'd tried to explain to his Mother about the ghost, but he wasn't sure if she fully understood. He'd killed that old blowhard Polonius before leaving. He hadn't heard anything about that, so he assumed they'd covered it up. Ophelia... He hadn't treated her well. He still felt sorry about that.
He still wondered what happened to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. He thought they'd followed him to Fandom, but hand't seen them since September.
Making a note to visit Rory after his Wilderness Survival class, he headed to bed, and had a quiet night's sleep.
His mind wandered to thoughts of his family back home. He supposed that, as it stood, he was in exile here in Fandom. His uncle still controlled his Mother, his inheritance, and his life. He'd tried to explain to his Mother about the ghost, but he wasn't sure if she fully understood. He'd killed that old blowhard Polonius before leaving. He hadn't heard anything about that, so he assumed they'd covered it up. Ophelia... He hadn't treated her well. He still felt sorry about that.
He still wondered what happened to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. He thought they'd followed him to Fandom, but hand't seen them since September.
Making a note to visit Rory after his Wilderness Survival class, he headed to bed, and had a quiet night's sleep.