Room 231, Thursday After Classes

[carter_i_am]

Sam was on the bed, dressed in a tank top and cotton pajama bottoms. Next to her, on the nightstand, was a large bottle of cheap wine, a plate of cheese, some fruit, and crackers. The food was untouched, but the bottle was a third of the way empty. She felt the knots in her shoulders start to unwind as she listened to Otis Redding on the CD player.

The door was open.

The charred remains of what might once have been a bunny suit were in the garbage can in the corner.

[ooc: Locked to Jack.]