Room 424, Saturday Morning

[notahostage]

Wendy hadn't really had any intention of going to Prom last night anyway, but at least staying in to look after Weechee had just provided a better excuse than trying to avoid anyone who might have seen her turn as Sabrina yesterday.

So, caffeinated and free of hangovers, Wendy picked up her copy of The Big Book of Post-Modern Art For Kids! and

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[middle_jr]

Clarence had lost contact with Ida after going though the portal, but a quick perusal of a handy island directory had given him the information he needed. Squaring his shoulders and drawing himself up to his full height, he smartly rapped on the door.

[notahostage]

"It's open," Wendy called out, since she was too comfortable to get up right now.

[middle_jr]

Clarence came into the room, carefully closing the door behind him. "Hey Mom," he said, grinning at Wendy, before straightening to attention. "I mean good morning, ma'am, uh mother."

Much as he might try to imitate his father, it didn't really come that naturally to a nine-year old.

[notahostage]

Wendy blinked slowly, staring at the boy. The boy wearing a very familiar looking uniform. "Did you just call me 'mom'?"