Room 413, Sunday Evening (after memorial)
John was having problems dealing with his emotions from the memorial service.
He..
Bel was...
John walked into his wee!tiny bathroom and turned on the hot water. Maybe a shower would clear his head.
He walked into the main part of his dorm room and turned on the radio. Stevie Wonder. Superstition. John started dancing, as there was no way that that beat could be denied by anyone.
As he danced, he shucked his shirt and tossed it on the bed. Socks were next during a quasi-Moonwalk strut. His hands were reaching for his buckle when the radio started failing. John stopped, and performed some percussive maintenance on it before the world went light. And like that? He was gone.
When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way, no, no, no
[establishy. room is unlocked but Johnless]
He..
Bel was...
John walked into his wee!tiny bathroom and turned on the hot water. Maybe a shower would clear his head.
He walked into the main part of his dorm room and turned on the radio. Stevie Wonder. Superstition. John started dancing, as there was no way that that beat could be denied by anyone.
As he danced, he shucked his shirt and tossed it on the bed. Socks were next during a quasi-Moonwalk strut. His hands were reaching for his buckle when the radio started failing. John stopped, and performed some percussive maintenance on it before the world went light. And like that? He was gone.
When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way, no, no, no
[establishy. room is unlocked but Johnless]