Room 406, evening

Thursday had turned out to be fairly busy. There'd been a last minute call from Rory to cover the library and a trip to town to pick up a lunchbox to hold Baby Benjamin. Isabel is still boggling that Vader assigned the project. She just hoped that the egg wasn't going to hatch some sort of brain eating reptile, with Vader it's a possibility. Of course the thought of a brain eating reptile made her think of the brain eating fish and she frowned, wishing there was something more to do then wait.

Annie is playing with a catnip toy. Benjamin is resting quietly in a nest of tissues and a folded t-shirt in his lunchbox and Isabel is wrapping Christmas presents.

The door is open.