"Get away from my mouse. It's not organic!" Steph cried out, jolting to wakefulness...only to see she was in a room not at the pent house. Looking around confused, she saw Chrissy looking at her.
"Why do you hafta be a jerk, huh?" She sighed, flopping back for a moment. She was tired! Getting up, she looked at the charts before humming softly to herself. Then she went over to Chrissy.
"So how do you propose we get out without a wheel chair?" She asked, crossing her arms. ---
Danica had slept like a rock. A tired, unhappy rock. She only woke up due to the lack of a warm presence next to her. Turning her head, she found a plate of food and a note from her mother. It read that she went to pay Clark a visit and did not want to wake her. She would be back later for training and dinner.
How nice. Sighing, Danica closed her eyes for a moment before getting up and getting dressed. She ate and left the house, walking through the streets...