Sally sighed and got out of bed. She'd been sitting there, staring at her journal, looking for any news about what was happening. She believed Harold. Someone had died, but the fact that she didn't know who was scaring her like crazy. She knew it wasn't a Puff, but that didn't mean it wasn't someone she cared about.
Sally walked down the stairs slowly. She knew she couldn't leave, but just sitting in bed wasn't doing her any good. At the very least, she could get some studying done. She let out a sigh as she stepped off the last step and her eyes immediately went to Justin. Wrapping her arms around herself, she took a few more steps towards him quietly. She shivered slightly. She really should've put something over her shorts and tank top, but she wasn't expecting anyone to be down here.