The lights are on, but nobody's home.
Not yet, anyway -- Doctor Fargo has yet to find a suitable resident for his latest project, finally coming to fruition after months of research and programming.
"S.A.R.A.H., door," Doctor Fargo asked calmly to nobody in particular in the empty living room. Perhaps he was speaking to the stern angular sofas.
"You're leaving, Doctor Fargo?"
"Only until tomorrow. Good night, S.A.R.A.H." The door whooshed shut, airtight.
"Good night, Doctor Fargo."
Her timing was still off.
Now, with the door whooshing open again, and SARAH's external sensors not yet operational, she can't see whether Doctor Fargo's back or not.
But her internal clock doesn't say it's tomorrow yet.
[ooc: Please please please check out the
the backroom post. Also, handy link to layout
here. ETA: Now in slowtime.]