Room 406, Late Sunday night
Aching and tired, Isabel let herself into her room and headed straight for the shower. She was achy, tired and worried about her friends and their injuries but she realized it could have been much worse. After all, they were dealing with trolls!
Saturday's encounter on the beach led to a night of research. Research that resulted in this morning's call to arms and a halfway successful rescue attempt. Of course she'd been hurt, and thought that would put her on the sidelines for any additional rescues, but Shawn had fixed her up at Caritas and her knee felt as good as new. So she she'd hit the battle lines again and when it was finally over was relieved to find most of the people she'd been worried about enjoying post fight victory pizza in the lobby.
After dressing in her favorite comfy pajamas, Isabel picked up her phone, left a message then stretched out on her bed with her eyes closed.
[for the boyfriend please]
Saturday's encounter on the beach led to a night of research. Research that resulted in this morning's call to arms and a halfway successful rescue attempt. Of course she'd been hurt, and thought that would put her on the sidelines for any additional rescues, but Shawn had fixed her up at Caritas and her knee felt as good as new. So she she'd hit the battle lines again and when it was finally over was relieved to find most of the people she'd been worried about enjoying post fight victory pizza in the lobby.
After dressing in her favorite comfy pajamas, Isabel picked up her phone, left a message then stretched out on her bed with her eyes closed.
[for the boyfriend please]