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- Jan 26, 2010
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Jane Koenig
After Jane had more or less finished straightening up Ozzy's room, her mind swirled with thoughts on what else she could do to keep herself occupied while everyone else acted the fool and just ran about like silly children without a worry or care into the great wide open of who knew what. She heaved a heavy sigh just then at the thought of Ozzy being in the middle of all the potential dangers and began to wring her hands again.
"All right, calm down, Jane," she chided herself. This was really driving her mad, to the point where she didn't know just how much more she could take.
Was he all right? Did he find anything hurtful or harmful?
Scowling, Jane began to pace. Finally, she stopped abruptly and focused her dark eyes upon the door. That damnable door. She mumbled curses under her breath as she slowly began to walk toward it, her feet feeling like lead and each step heavier than the first. Once at the door, she stood there for a moment just staring at it. Bringing her hand up, she swallowed hard and pressed the button that opened it up. Slowly, she peeked outside. People were skittering about--happy, smiling, chattering away--and seemingly elated about where they were.
Why wasn't she?
Hanging her head, her dark hair falling into her eyes, Jane took a step out into the corridor. As she looked up, the door shut behind her. Suddenly, she felt so very cold and she wished that Ozzy was there with her. Shivering, she brought her hands up and began rubbing at her arms. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began what felt like the longest trek ever toward the ramp that would to the ominous outside. A trek that, to her, felt like one that would lead to her death.
"I need you, Ozzy," Jane whispered softly and to herself as she pressed forward, knowing that no one about her could hear since they were all to preoccupied with the landing and seeing the great and wonderful outside.
After Jane had more or less finished straightening up Ozzy's room, her mind swirled with thoughts on what else she could do to keep herself occupied while everyone else acted the fool and just ran about like silly children without a worry or care into the great wide open of who knew what. She heaved a heavy sigh just then at the thought of Ozzy being in the middle of all the potential dangers and began to wring her hands again.
"All right, calm down, Jane," she chided herself. This was really driving her mad, to the point where she didn't know just how much more she could take.
Was he all right? Did he find anything hurtful or harmful?
Scowling, Jane began to pace. Finally, she stopped abruptly and focused her dark eyes upon the door. That damnable door. She mumbled curses under her breath as she slowly began to walk toward it, her feet feeling like lead and each step heavier than the first. Once at the door, she stood there for a moment just staring at it. Bringing her hand up, she swallowed hard and pressed the button that opened it up. Slowly, she peeked outside. People were skittering about--happy, smiling, chattering away--and seemingly elated about where they were.
Why wasn't she?
Hanging her head, her dark hair falling into her eyes, Jane took a step out into the corridor. As she looked up, the door shut behind her. Suddenly, she felt so very cold and she wished that Ozzy was there with her. Shivering, she brought her hands up and began rubbing at her arms. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began what felt like the longest trek ever toward the ramp that would to the ominous outside. A trek that, to her, felt like one that would lead to her death.
"I need you, Ozzy," Jane whispered softly and to herself as she pressed forward, knowing that no one about her could hear since they were all to preoccupied with the landing and seeing the great and wonderful outside.