It was that time of year when the sun, having for so long forsaken humanity in the northern hemisphere, was making its way back in seemingly capricious leaps and bounds. Dawn was daily becoming more enthusiastic, and because those who had slept in the TV Room at Ramsgill had injudiciously forgotten to close the curtains the night before, they were rudely awakened by incrementally annoying light on their third day of indoor camping.
It took a while for them to realise that Bernie was missing.
Rupi had not slept in the TV room. She had filched more cafeteria chair cushions and found a corner in another room, deciding it would serve Bernie right if she took time out to do her own share of sulking. Colin and the PhD corner were not aware of who had slept where, and assumed that the two frien
