"Careful there," Isabel said, squeezing his arm. "Don't drop the brain eating fish." She opened the door for him, then carefully shut it and locked it behind them. "He's going to be okay," she promised one last time before heading down the hall to her room.
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Date: 2006-12-10 11:44 pm (UTC)