[Action, forward-dated to Saturday]
The third floor was empty, if they didn't count a disheveled student walking his way to what Eriol guessed it could be a lounge room. It was all so quiet it didn't seem like it was the students' dorm rooms.
"What flat number?" he whispered, as he was thinking aloud.
"It says H4," a soft voice replied to his question.
Nodding, he looked for the door labeled with those characters. Hoping she hadn't moved from her room in the last half hour, he knocked.
"What flat number?" he whispered, as he was thinking aloud.
"It says H4," a soft voice replied to his question.
Nodding, he looked for the door labeled with those characters. Hoping she hadn't moved from her room in the last half hour, he knocked.