Room 417, Tuesday night

The babbling from the animals has kind of turned into a white noise that Jaye can almost ignore. Almost. She gets three words into an E-mail before she realizes she's spending more time shushing them than she is typing anything, so she closed the computer and decides it can wait until she's like, living in a cabin in the woods or something.

Ooh. That's an idea.

[For Alec.]