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Room 219, Saturday afternoon
Anyone passing by the open door of 219 might hear bits of this conversation.
"It's all weird here this weekend. There's snow and all the town people are in the gym, and... I don't know. They seem kinda... weird. I mean, that's just what I know from the radio, but still. They're all downstairs so I think I'm just gonna hide out here for a while..."
There's a long pause as there's an announcement.
"Huh," Quinn says. "...Oh, no, Sandi, everything's fine. Just... weird. Anyway, tell me about the dance. What was Brooke wearing?"
"It's all weird here this weekend. There's snow and all the town people are in the gym, and... I don't know. They seem kinda... weird. I mean, that's just what I know from the radio, but still. They're all downstairs so I think I'm just gonna hide out here for a while..."
There's a long pause as there's an announcement.
"Huh," Quinn says. "...Oh, no, Sandi, everything's fine. Just... weird. Anyway, tell me about the dance. What was Brooke wearing?"