Room 313- Monday evening

[solo_sword]

For years John had talked about sending the office a gift basket for giving him a single room. Jaina wondered if it was possible to revoke one that had never been sent for the fact that she was now living next door to her alternate universe sixteen-year-old mother. But it was okay so far. It was weird, but not as bad as she thought it might be.

Tonight she was taking it kind of easy, sending off a reply E-mail to that guy in Antarctica, when she felt a disturbance in the Force.

"Why do I suddenly want to kill things?" she wondered aloud.

[Establishy. THEY MADE ME.]