Room 333, Saturday Morning

[child_of_rer]

Sov had been trying not to think about it, but there was no avoiding the fact that they would be in kemmer very soon, probably this evening. Since arriving here they had never felt so much alone. This was not a time to spend among strangers, aliens, who might not even know how to react. Also, they were sharing a room with someone they didn't

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[i_am_the_rat]

"You know, I'm pretty sure that thing is broken," Hank pointed out. "You wanna borrow my Walkman?"

[i_am_the_rat]

Hank nodded. "Look at me. This is my serious face. No stuff-breakage. I like my stuff.

[child_of_rer]

"I know you like your stuff," Sov replied slowly. "Who are the people on the posters, by the way?"

[i_am_the_rat]

Now THAT was even more strange than not knowing what dates were. "This one is Mary Lou Retton," he explained. "She? Is a gymnast. And this one is Danica Patrick, and she drives cars. They? Are totally hot."

[child_of_rer]

They were... well, Sov didn't quite know what.

"Have you met them?"

[i_am_the_rat]

Hank nodded. "I met Mary Lou Retton once, at a fundraiser thing! She's shorter in person!"

[child_of_rer]

"Oh." Then Sov added, not really knowing what to say: "And was she nice?"