"I'm not allowed in your room anymore?" Jack asked, cataloguing each of her injuries: bandaged neck, scratched hands, and she was moving like she was hurting. "That why you didn't tell me you were going out to hunt mummies?" He was trying to keep the anger out of his voice, but he couldn't hide it completely.
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Date: 2006-06-11 04:01 pm (UTC)