InsaneJournal

Who: Shane (narrative, sort of? possibly with someone else?)
What: Staking out his door to catch the postcard-leaver.
Where: 601.
When: The wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: TBA



Two postcards in a row, two days in a row, both appearing sometime in the middle of the night. That was enough to get Shane to stay up for the third night, waiting for his mysterious visitor to show. He sat in the living room within sight of the door, the lights in the apartment off, and he waited.

He tried not to anticipate who it could be--who knew enough about him to send those postcards. That was the sort of hope that led to disappointment, and even if his guess was right, the cards were ambiguous. What did they mean, if anything?

He had to sate his curiosity. So instead of spending most of the early hours of the morning researching in the bedroom or the kitchen, he stayed in the living room and waited for footsteps in the hall, for a postcard to slip under the door.