239/240, Saturday Morning
Morning came entirely too early. Not that Janet had gone to sleep late, but she didn't particularly want to get out of bed right now. Or talk to Liz. Or anyone, really. So she lay in bed with her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. With any luck, she'd fall back asleep again soon.
OOC: Locked to Liz Weir.
OOC: Locked to Liz Weir.