Room 417, Saturday Morning
Oct. 3rd, 2009 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iamnotallgirlJack was still sound asleep when voices filtered through the door and stirred him partially awake: "Are you sure it's 417, Richard?"
"Just knock, Helen, if it's not her room maybe they can tell us where she lives."
Jack had just decided he was dreaming and turned over to go back to sleep when the pounding on the door started. "Oh good God!" he said as he fell out of bed and scrambled in the bedclothes. "Uh! Just a second!"
"Jill, honey, are you okay? What's going on in there?"
"Is she sick?" his mother worried. "She sounds sick. Sweetheart, are you feeling all right?"
He found a letter on the bedside table: JACK. READ ME. He opened it and skimmed it. Parents' Weekend, they were here, so was Ramie, she'd told Ramie, don't panic. PS she hadn't gotten around to telling them this weekend would be Jacktime. Of course she hadn't.
They were knocking on the door again, so Jack hurried to open it. Still in Jill's pajamas, yes. "Uh. Hi."
((For the parents.))
"Just knock, Helen, if it's not her room maybe they can tell us where she lives."
Jack had just decided he was dreaming and turned over to go back to sleep when the pounding on the door started. "Oh good God!" he said as he fell out of bed and scrambled in the bedclothes. "Uh! Just a second!"
"Jill, honey, are you okay? What's going on in there?"
"Is she sick?" his mother worried. "She sounds sick. Sweetheart, are you feeling all right?"
He found a letter on the bedside table: JACK. READ ME. He opened it and skimmed it. Parents' Weekend, they were here, so was Ramie, she'd told Ramie, don't panic. PS she hadn't gotten around to telling them this weekend would be Jacktime. Of course she hadn't.
They were knocking on the door again, so Jack hurried to open it. Still in Jill's pajamas, yes. "Uh. Hi."
((For the parents.))
