[Emily wakes up in the keyless room covered in crossed out eyes. Fitting. She doesn't feel like she had the day before, and she's not sure if she should find that strange or a relief. A dusting of heavy weight has settled on her shoulders.
Slowly, she picks her way out and around the hotel, feeling numb. She ends up inside the rolling basket in the laundry with her pack between her ankles and the notebook for doodling on her raised knees. The basket is just low enough that the top of her head can be seen over the edge, but the scratching of the pens on the paper echoes more than anything.]
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Slowly, she picks her way out and around the hotel, feeling numb. She ends up inside the rolling basket in the laundry with her pack between her ankles and the notebook for doodling on her raised knees. The basket is just low enough that the top of her head can be seen over the edge, but the scratching of the pens on the paper echoes more than anything.]