Elizabeth was only really half awake, as she stretched out along the bed.
The fact that she still couldn't really remember what she and Janet were talking about on Monday still bothered her slightly; there had been the
gym and then they'd ended back in the
room.
According to Peter, everyone had been telling each other the truth all day. In which case, it was probably a good thing that they'd all forgotten it.
There had been some sort of
deja vu in the writing workshop and also when she'd
brought lunch to Janet yesterday.
Other than that, things had been pretty normal;
taking books back to the library,
hanging out in the common room (although strangely the third floor one for once).
There was just the thing about submitting something
photographic for the art fair. Veronica might have suggested shots of the cheerleaders - and she'd even got some of them
flying yesterday. But there was the whole issue of Janet killing her. Which would so not be good.
Elizabeth turned to look at the clock and groaned slighly. It was far too early, she decided, curling back up again.