Room 318, Saturday Afternoon

[lockestheway]

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie had much more mundane business to attend to. There was a pillow under her arm, because she was much like a school teacher in some ways - you threw stuff around her, she took it away from you only to be returned once she saw fit.

Guess that time had come. She knocked on the door.

[lockestheway]

Peter's head jerked up towards the door. "Who is it?" he yelled.

[whenshewasnice]

"Me."

So, not anyone come to kick his door down.

[lockestheway]

"Come in," Peter called.

He was terse for a reason.