After leaving the clinic, Mary returned to her suite, changed into her pjs, and took her antibiotics. At least now knew why she had been feeling so run down lately. She debated crawling into bed versus going to the kitchen to make some tea. The bed won.

[Establishy, but open for the fiancé if he's around]

Mary has been taking it easy all day because she was still feeling run down from being so sick. She was also worried about her accidental spontaneous confession to Detective Montoya yesterday. She was laying on the couch, surfing the Internet on her laptop as she checked out lawyers on the mainland, just in case one became necessary.

[Open!]

( Purgatory is a casino )

Mary spent most of the morning helping out at the makeshift clinic in Town Hall and worrying about everyone who was getting sick. She had promised Mr. Taylor that she'd pick up his messages since he was concerned about hearing from his wife, so by mid-afternoon she went back to the hotel. There were no messages. Then she slipped into her office, ( Read more... )