Plot

Chris combs her still damp hair. She thinks about using a hair dryer but remembering the strange burn on her wrist, decides against it. I can't understand why the burn hasn't faded. If anything, it looks a little darker.

She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and checks the time. Ten minutes late.

Since she's already late for meeting her father she decides being a little more late won't hurt. She rubs some moisturizer on her face and neck. After washing her hands and putting a shirt on she walks out of the bathroom.

Chris glances at the wilting rose on her table. It would have to be thrown out soon but she wanted to hang onto it for a while. She always got a little sad when her flowers died.

Sitting on the bed she slips on her shoes. She looks at her reflection in the mirror a furrows her brow. She hadn't thought about it before but the clothes the bar had given her were a little odd. It was almost summer and the bar had given her clothing that reflected that. Khakis, light-colored clothing and sandals.

Today, she was dressed in a black, long-sleeve tee, dark blue jeans and black shoes.

Whatever, she thinks with a slight shake of her head and she rises to her feet.