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Room 312 to the roof - very late Tuesday night/ Wednesday morning.
Dinah was dreaming again.

And wishing she wasn't.

She woke up in the middle of the night, shaking, and got out of bed, grabbed her bathrobe, and headed up to the roof. God. That had been... realistic. Horrible. Sad. She shivered, and pulled the robe around her closer, balanced on the edge of the barrier around the edge of the roof. Waiting for sunrise.

[mostly establishy, but sure, open if you're up]

Shortly after dawn, Eleanor made her way up to the roof. She hadn't been expecting to find anyone up so early. Otherwise she might have been wearing more than her nightgown and robe.

"Should you be up there?" she asked, a bit worriedly.

Dinah turned her head to see who it was, and gave her a very tired smile. "Maybe not? But I'm being careful. Swear."

"Is everything all right?"

(and sp warning as I'm out of town)

"Nightmare. But it felt wrong, somehow. Off." She sighed, and rubbed her eyes like a little kid. "Like I was really there, helpless to stop it."


"Oh, I'm sorry. What was it about? If I can ask?"