Apartment 8, MHA, Sunday Morning [NFB, sadly]
What follows were the thoughts Wilhelmina Harker had upon awakening on Sunday June the Seventh, in order.
First, she was quite relieved she seemed to no longer be in a heightened state of impulsiveness. She'd had many feelings that she had acted well beyond her normal bounds the past few days, and it was a relief that such stupidity seemed over.
Second, that she needed to have a very long chat with Minsc. If such a thing could be possible.
Third, that wait a minute, this wasn't her apartment.
Fourth, oh God, there's a naked man in this bed.
Fifth, oh God oh God it's that wretched man I hosted radio with.
Sixth, would anyone truly miss him if he disappeared and therefore was unable to tell a living soul?
Seventh... not that she would do such a thing, she was a human being not a monster.
Eighth, she contemplated her ability to sneak out of bed, get dressed, and leave without him awakening.
And finally ninth, she thanked her lucky stars that her skills as a spy were that good, and that his infernal bubbleheadedness did not so much as stir.
She'd leave Vince a very threatening note later, so he would know not to speak of this. Ever.
First, she was quite relieved she seemed to no longer be in a heightened state of impulsiveness. She'd had many feelings that she had acted well beyond her normal bounds the past few days, and it was a relief that such stupidity seemed over.
Second, that she needed to have a very long chat with Minsc. If such a thing could be possible.
Third, that wait a minute, this wasn't her apartment.
Fourth, oh God, there's a naked man in this bed.
Fifth, oh God oh God it's that wretched man I hosted radio with.
Sixth, would anyone truly miss him if he disappeared and therefore was unable to tell a living soul?
Seventh... not that she would do such a thing, she was a human being not a monster.
Eighth, she contemplated her ability to sneak out of bed, get dressed, and leave without him awakening.
And finally ninth, she thanked her lucky stars that her skills as a spy were that good, and that his infernal bubbleheadedness did not so much as stir.
She'd leave Vince a very threatening note later, so he would know not to speak of this. Ever.