Savannah Levine

After wandering to her old Monday schedule of classes from long ago, Savannah's curiosity got the best of her and she returned to the dorms. She had made the mistake of listening to the radio last night and boy had some of that brought back memories that had been best left buried.

Now, though, she turned the knob to room 217 and stepped inside.

It looked like nothing had changed since -- well, since the last time she had been here. The two beds were still pushed together in the center of the room to form one big bed and the things she had put on the walls were still there. The desks were still there with books and machines -- and the closet doors were still open. Out of remembered habit, she went and closed the closets, and then turned to look at more of the room.

"You cannot possibly tell me that no one has been in this room since we left."

( Shaking her head, Savannah flopped diagonally across the bed. )


That's what she would do. She would head back to New York as soon as she could. She'd call the Cortez jet to meet her. This was a plan. Not her best plan, but a good plan.



[[OOC: For the ex mainly... but open for anyone who would like to talk to or WTF at the 20 years older Savannah]]