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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,

It wasn't like the vault magically opened when the clock ran out. She would have a few things to do, so it might be more than three minutes, but she wasn't going to say. Not that what she did say was much better. "Will Michael be there when I do?" She knew he was there, somewhere and she wanted to see him because this whole thing really sucked. And he was probably the only one who wouldn't want to have her sent in for some miserable psych evaluation or whatever.

Lavender let out a sigh, her body feeling heavy. The adrenaline had to be wearing off now, the fear wasn't gone, but she was just getting tired - although weary was probably the better word. Not that she wanted to sleep, sleeping and the possibility of more nightmares was not something that she needed to add to the disaster that today already was.