Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Over all it's been a good weekend. The dance was wonderful, and weetiny adults were amusing and entertaining. Even if some of them did leave weird phone messages.

The overall good mood allowed her to forget about any weirdness, well other then being grateful that it didn't seem to have a lasting effect. It also let an unexpected conversation

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[anextimeagent]

Jack - bruise-jawed, stiff-shouldered, doped up and feeling more than a bit sorry for himself - leaned in the doorway to Isabel's room, waiting for her to notice him.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel was busy folding clothes in the closet and not really paying much attention to the door.

"I've been searchin' my soul tonight
Don't wanna be alone in life
Now I know I can shine a light
To find my way back home..."

[anextimeagent]

Almost any other time he'd join in, but not right now. Instead, he wandered in and stood behind her. "Hey, Izzy."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Gah!" Isabel yelled, turning quickly. "Don't do that!" And then she got a good look at him. "Oh my god, what happened?"

[anextimeagent]

"I got in a scuffle with Kawalsky." He held up his hand. "And before you say anything no, it was not my fault."

[izzyalienqueen]

"The only thing I was going to say was that no matter what, he should know better," Isabel said indignantly. "You're hurt!"

[anextimeagent]

"Thank you, Izzy," he told her, looking sad. "It kind of messed up my shoulder, too. Sam had to restitch it."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Come on," she said, tugging his hand and pulling him over to the bed. "Sit down and relax. How's your shoulder feel? Did you take your pills?"

[anextimeagent]

And this was why he'd dragged himself up here. Jack sat in the bed, squeezing her hand, and nodded. "Yeah, two this morning right after, and two just before I came up here. I'm okay."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Good. I really wish there was a way I could get Max here to fix you up. I hate seeing you hurting like this," Isabel said. She fluffed up the pillows and offered one to Jack.

[anextimeagent]

"Me, too. Think he'd help?" he asked, taking the pillow and tucking it behind his back as he settled himself more comfortably. "Not sure he really liked me."

[izzyalienqueen]

"It doesn't matter. If I asked, he'd do it. He knows you're important to me. But," she sighed, "without Bel and the demonic taxi service we're out of luck. Because somehow I can't see Max explaining to my mom why he's flying out just for a day."

[anextimeagent]

"Yeah, true. I'll just have to suffer through it the old fashioned way," he sighed, not wanting to mention Bel. Luckily there was a ready made change of subject to hand. "Your room seems remarkably free of small people."

[izzyalienqueen]

"It's the cleaning, I think it automatically repels them." Isabel studied him for a moment, "Can I get you anything? Water? Cookies? Kitty?"

[anextimeagent]

Jack held out his right arm, and looked hopeful, wondering if what happened at the dance was going to change this. "Isabel?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"I don't know," Isabel said, seriously. "I really do need to finish cleaning up. It's important. Really."