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Room 312, Friday morning (pre-announcement)
Dinah had slept, but it hadn't been restful. There'd been the dream of attacking Karla and Triela after the dreams of threatening Karla to Leto, and talking with Zack.... and then there had been the really disturbing and kind of hot dream with that nice alumni she'd talked to in May. So, so, so wrong.

She was awake again now. Barely. And scared.

[ooc: for the roomie]

"Dinah? Are you okay?" Claire asked.

She had noticed that Dinah hadn't been sleeping well and had been disappearing from the room during the night a good bit. She just wasn't sure why.

"No. Not really." Dinah leaned back against the wall behind her bed, and blinked a Claire blearily. "Keep falling asleep. But Karla said I'm not sick..."

Claire frowned. "Maybe you should go to the clinic anyway. It sounds like there is something scary going on."

"More than just me, but, what if they can't do anything?" Dinah hugged herself, too tired to cry. "What if it doesn't work?"

Claire moved to sit next to Dinah and offer her a hug. "It will. Somehow someone will figure out what's going on and how to fix it. I know they will."

Dinah yawned, and leaned against Claire. "Okay," she said very quietly. "If you see people who ask, tell them that's where I am, okay?"

"Want me to walk with you?" Claire offered. "I have to go meet Savannah for lunch anyway."

"'kay," Dinah said. "Thanks, Claire." She sighed, eyes starting to drift shut, but she managed to keep them open. "Just let me get dressed."

Claire nodded. "No problem. I need to get dressed too."

She got up and walked over to her closet to do so.