[rp for 2012_approaches]
Jen is tucked into her bed, buried under all the blankets in the house. After her trip to the beach that morning, she's been freezing ever since. She's probably running a fever again, but she's waiting for the Tylenol to take it down. The blankets are an extra comfort, too. She clutches Eeyore to her chest as she picks up the phone. She doesn't want to call Davis, doesn't want to talk to anyone, really, but she said she would so she does. She dials and waits, wiping at her nose with a tissue.