Room 317, Sunday Evening

[multiplez]

Z was poking around on her computer, watching So You Think You Can Dance vids on YouTube (as you do) when a new e-mail message popped up.

From Dr. Manx.

Z immediately picked up her phone and handwavily called Bridge.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Aly's class on protecting people, and that one with the teacher who's name I didn't recognise so they must be new. Tactics."

[multiplez]

"Oh, hey, I'm in both of those," Z said as she typed. "And one more, um, Comparative Religions."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I thought about adding a third class," Bridge says. "But then I realised I spend one day a week in the library and I can just make up for it there."

[multiplez]

"Makes sense," Z agreed. "Okay, how about I just tell her what we're in and don't address the school thing at all?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good plan, I like that plan," Bridge says with a nod.

[multiplez]

Z wrote up a terse, bare-bones e-mail to Kat and sent it off into the internet, through time and space. "Okay, so, now we shouldn't hear from her again for a few months, right?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just puts his head in his hands and sighs as Z says that.

[multiplez]

Z made a face. "I shouldn't have said that, should I?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Bridge mutters from behind his hands. "You've gone and jinxed it."

[multiplez]

Z covered her own face with her hands. "I take it back!" she moaned.