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Sara is drinking coffee and thumbing her way through a book. It is the entomologic text Grissom had given her for Christmas several years ago.
This is the first time she's actually opened it.
She hears a low grumble some distance away and stiffens. Just my imagination. Can't be him. He's dead.
She turns her head slightly and drops the book in shock.
The dead do come here...
[ooc: Locked to Will and Barry.]
This is the first time she's actually opened it.
She hears a low grumble some distance away and stiffens. Just my imagination. Can't be him. He's dead.
She turns her head slightly and drops the book in shock.
The dead do come here...
[ooc: Locked to Will and Barry.]