Who: Olivia Dunham and Franklin Mott
What: Over protective Inmate, slightly confused Warden. Chaos ensues!
Where: Olivia's room
When: Just before the nanananananmites endgame. [Back Dated hooooo~]
Warnings: Possible violence, and probable bad language.
Olivia stared the wall of her room. Considering the behavior of many people over the last few days she was in a remarkably calm mood, if a little confused and concerned for a few people. She suspected an illness or virus as it seemed to be spreading itself out. She sighed standing up and pacing a little, deep in thought. It was times like this she really missed Walter, he always had an answer for everything, even if she didn't completely understand it.
She wondered briefly if Franklin was okay. She certainly hadn't heard from him. She paused, rubbing the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb.