There is nothing like a good day in my life. I must be cursed! I am reading the files Mr. McDonald gave to me. They contain peaces of alien newspapers which seems to have more pictures than words. Good thing because my mind is on strike. All I can think of is how Dean walked out after getting the information he wanted.
My mind won't absorb a thing I read even if keep trying. So I give up and put the files aside. I change into the night gown I had on yesterday and slip into bed. Please let me not dream with Dean or Vaio!
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A tall, white-haired girl in underpants and pantyhose walks towards a door, she is carrying two glasses of wine in with her. She uses her leg to push the door open and enters a uniquely dandified bedroom.
Someone is having a peaceful sleep on a kingsize bed.
