Room 239/240: Sunday Night

[janet_fraiser]

After checking on Angel next door, Janet unlocked her room, flipped on her lights, and flopped down on her bed. She could study. Or she could flip open the latest issue of Discover magazine and start bitching about the articles.

For once, studying did not win out. Maybe it was the migraine she'd had most of the weekend. You know, the one that

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[carter_i_am]

Sam knocked on the door. It felt like ages since she'd seen Janet, and there was a lot to discuss.

[janet_fraiser]

"Door's open!" called Janet, wondering why on Earth someone had decided to write an article for mainstream publication about the reproductive habits of water fleas.

[carter_i_am]

"Hey, Janet," Sam said, opening the door and sitting down on one of the beds. "Just the person I was looking for."

[janet_fraiser]

"You mean you've stopped avoiding me?" asked Janet dryly, sitting up and closing the magazine. She wasn't really sure what had possessed her to buy it in the first place. She half-smiled. "I wasn't sure what I'd done this time."