Chapter 13
By the time I stood in the grey corridor at the door that said R. Spencer, I was shivering. I kept looking over my shoulder. I wasn't supposed to be here and if anyone came, I would have to make a quick getaway.
I knocked. The only noise I heard was the hiss of air out of ventilation vents and the soft hum of the engines, many levels below. I hadn't seen Dr Spencer all day, and I had no idea if he was here, although rumour usually spread very quickly around the ship if someone had been sent to the "correctional rooms", or as we called it, the Sin Bin.
I clamped my hands around myself and stared at the peephole. It was, and remained, black.
Come on, open it.
The lock on the door clicked and it slid aside a fraction.
Dr Spencer whispered, "Charlotte. You're not supposed to b
