Room 217, Saturday morning

"...A couple hours," says Quinn, checking around the room to make sure all her stuff is packed up, because we all know if she forgets anything, she's not coming back to get it. This place is weird. "There had better be something going on like, the second I get back. I am not spending all that time with my family... Of course I didn't mean anything by it, Sandi. I'm not ordering you around or anything. I would never do that. Oh, look at the time. I have to get going so I can get going so I'll see you soon. Bye!"

As soon as she's hung up with Sandi, she sticks a note to Cordelia on the inside of the door.


Cordelia-

I'm going home. Like woah. Thanks for being cool and I hope they don't break you with all the crazy. I took one of your sweaters but left my cute pink pencil skirt with you because I don't like it anymore and it would look better on you anyway. Something to remember me by.

If you see this Jared guy Parker talked about, though, give him my number. 555-2883.

-Quinn


And Quinn flees. In seven trips. Because the girl doesn't exactly pack light.


[*waves bye bye to my girl*]