Room 603, middday
It was a hard climb from the wildlife preserve back up to Hamlet's room, made even harder by the lack of boots, frequent puddles of mud and pudding, swarms of kittens, and wandering mind of Ophelia. Hamlet grabbed a spare pair of socks and boots for his poor feet, and offered Ophelia a towel.
She ignored it, and put a dead spring of Orange Mock on his bed.
"I still don't understand," he said. "Why are you here? What is wrong with you? You weren't like this when I left."
Ophelia continued staring past him, and poked a few times at Duo's dusty mess. "Have you seen my White Carnations? I had a bouquet of them once, but I seem to have lost it somewhere."
Hamlet just rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Maybe I should take you to the clinic. Perhaps a doctor there would figure out what's wrong."
Taking her clammy hand in his, he led her out of his dorm room.
She ignored it, and put a dead spring of Orange Mock on his bed.
"I still don't understand," he said. "Why are you here? What is wrong with you? You weren't like this when I left."
Ophelia continued staring past him, and poked a few times at Duo's dusty mess. "Have you seen my White Carnations? I had a bouquet of them once, but I seem to have lost it somewhere."
Hamlet just rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Maybe I should take you to the clinic. Perhaps a doctor there would figure out what's wrong."
Taking her clammy hand in his, he led her out of his dorm room.