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I didn't go march anywhere after I got off the phone with Nia. No, I did what all guilty people did; I rested inside my cell and plotted my next move. After a long, fitful night's sleep of tossing and turning, I'd made my decision.
I put my friend's boots on, strapped my father's bag over my shoulder, and opened the bedroom window. Hefting myself over the ledge, I got a foothold on the bricks of the castle.
It was an easy maneuver. I was an avid rock climber. These old castle walls with their nooks and crannies were nothing to a seasoned climber like me.
Making my way over to the next room, I jimmied open the window, and slipped inside. It was Morgan's bedroom.
She had a TARDIS blue comforter spread over her bed. Instead of celebrities or models, posters of the Periodic Table and o
