Room 406, OMG early Tuesday morning, NFB

Isabel had slept reasonably well Sunday night. She supposed talking to Parker yesterday about the Dupes and the problems with Max had helped. Parker was right, she wasn’t Lonnie or Vilandra and despite what they had both done, it didn’t mean she was going to betray or hurt Max. She’d lived a completely different life, was a completely different person. And despite the alien essence she shared with them both, her irrational fears about Vilandra coming out, were just that, fears.

After Interstellar Relations, and a quick stop in the common room for food, Isabel returned to her room and started reviewing the latest polls on the election. When she had enough of that, she watched the download of the latest Wreathmist episode, before finally getting ready to bed.

( And she dreamed )

The alarm sounded and Isabel reached out to shut it off, but she didn’t move from the bed. She could almost dismiss the first oh-so-real dream from Saturday night as nothing more then the result of fighting with Max about Vilandra and what she had done. But another dream? That built on the first? With emotions so real they carried over when she woke up?

She turned; burying her face in the pillow, certain she knew what was happening but unwilling to face it.

[OOC: Wreathmist = Torchwood. It’s actually an anagram of Mister What courtesy of soldtoarmenians. Just establishing. Not open for interaction.]