Room 417, Monday morning

Jaye doesn't have to be anywhere till afternoon, thank god, because it might take her that long to get over the freakout over having told her date that inanimate objects talk to her. Even if he was kind of okay with it. That might have been because he was having his own verbal hemmorrhage, though.

He's still here, too, which makes Jaye really hope that whatever happened ended like at midnight or something. She's just going to lay here and just kind of go over things in her head. And the longer he sleeps, the more curious she's going to get, let's face it.