Rebecca had been all set to go for her morning run when she'd woken up this morning.

Then she'd spotted the squirrel outside her door, read the note it had in its tiny paw or claw or whatever that was called, and groaned. Really, really loudly.

So now she was marching all of her stuff over to room 322. Not just some of it or enough for a week -- all ( Read more... )

About halfway through getting dressed, Rebecca paused.

There was... itching.

"Really?" she muttered, rollling her eyes. "Perfect."

With that, she finished getting dressed, then flopped on her bed and pulled open her schedule, trying to find an opening to book an appointment at the clinic. Ugh.

[[open! and this is entirely steve, len and natalie's fault ( Read more... )