[Trisha didn't participate much in the snowball fight, but clearly she was outside enough in the weather that she caught something.  She had been up and about all day long, but as the day progressed she got weaker and weaker.  The feed is turned on at the end of the day and Trisha is sitting on her bed, looking absolutely exhausted ( Read more... )

[The PCD turns on and shows Trisha sitting and just watching the rain fall outside.  It's nighttime, and there's a small light illuminating the room and Trisha.  The drops hit the glass of the window and slide down it in a soft rhythm, broken only by the booms and flashes of thunder and lightning.  She doesn't seem disturbed by it at all, seeing as ( Read more... )