Room 231, Friday Afternoon

[carter_i_am]

Sam chewed on the end of her pencil as she worked the New York Times Crossword, stretched out on her bed and listening to Christmas carols. She probably should have been shopping, or wrapping, or something, but she couldn't seem to get the enthusiasm together while it looked like there might be an emergency trip to England in her future. Hopefully the music would help.

The door was open.