“Horrid day,” Melissa traced her finger over the table.
“I can stand rain,” I sighed, “but not while it’s dark and cold.”
The rain hissed outside. Occasionally it battered against the large hall windows. Like souls, fighting against an impassable wall.
“It opens at 6, right?” Melissa rubbed her eyes and yawned.
“6 sharp.” I yawned in agreement.
The both of us had been trapped in the univ...