Room 317, 7/14, Early, Early Friday Evening [Before Anything Plotty]

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe dragged her suitcase out from under her bed. Her grandfather's friend Enid had called her to say that Grandpa, who had been getting better, had taken a turn for the worse again.

Realizing that this might be her last chance to see him, Tempe had *handwavily* arranged a flight back to Illinois. She would be leaving later this evening

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[conathon]

"Why are you leaving, again?" Sawyers voice said sullenly as she started tossing things in her suitcase, he didn't want to admit that he'd miss her more than he could muster up to say.

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe turned, a sad smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "Grandpa's gotten worse again. This might be the last time I'll get to see him."

She paused in her packing. "I'll be back, Sawyer. I'm not leaving for good. It's just a few weeks."

Just a few weeks, maybe, but Tempe was going to miss Sawyer like nothing else while she was gone.

[conathon]

He was leaned against her doorframe still, hands crossed over his chest as he frowned a little. "I wish I could go with..." He said in a sulking voice, feeling guilty for not being able to go.

[fatalvoyage]

"I wish you could too," Tempe said, voice breaking a little. "It would be so much easier if I didn't have to do this alone."

She sat down on her bed, on top of the pile of clothes that had yet to be chucked into the suitcase, and wiped away the few tears that had managed to trickle down her face.