May 23, 2006 01:55
Duo stood in the hallway outside the infirmary, looking at nothing in particular. Or at least, not seeing anything in particular.
Nothing tangible and present, at least. He walked down the hall to the rec room and started in easily enough. The jukebox whirred into life but didn’t play anything. Duo stood very still, and very quiet, and, by degrees, began to shake.