room 216 ; thursday evening

Satchel slung over his shoulder, Sam came back to his room to find Ashley sitting on his head, busily typing away on her Blackberry. She didn't even look up when he wandered in and continued typing away as he put his bag down and dug out a few things he'd picked up for dinner (takeout from the Thai place).

( Sam didn't think the Harbinger would just show up for a social call... )

[Open door, open post and cut for length since I got wordy. Radio squirrels, Ashley's a ghost so it's gonna be like Sam was talking to the air.]