one missed call

one hundred - two

she slides into the room with a tray of chicken and iced tea. setting it on the bedside table, rita then sits by the side of the bed and watches north's eyes stare straight through her but without any indication that north's aware of her presence.

"i called your friend last night, the one who visits you almost every day here. said you guys had a lot history and that kale knows about it. the whole thing's... i dunno, secretive. it's really curious. anyways, i brought over some stuff--" she rummages through the duffel bag, "--your blankets, mp3, books, and your phone... you have a couple voicemails. you might wanna check them out."

then, finally, with nothing else to do, she leaves.