Dorm corridor, floor 5, Thursday night/Friday morning
The corridor was dark and mostly quiet, and River kept listening. For some reason the minds of people here at Fandom was less accessible to her. Sometimes a clear thought appeared, but most of the time there was just a background mumble. This was odd, but also a lot more peaceful.
Perhaps sleeping would be good, but for some reason she kept wanting more ice cream.
Perhaps sleeping would be good, but for some reason she kept wanting more ice cream.