Lesley woke from her cot, a strand of hair stuck to her cheek. Halfway throught pulling her thighs covers and attaching their suspenders to her leotard, Lesley noticed she was the only one in the room. Lesley was going to take off her slippers and go grab her boots until her bair foot touched the cold metal floor and she shrieked in shock of how cold it was. Realizing her mistake she slipped her socks on her feet to get her shoes. When she was fully ready and dressed she halfway put on her mask so it rested on the side of her face, grabbed her backpack, and set out into the halls.

Once the door opened she could begin to hear the sound that people were making around the ship, the loud and easy to pinpoint sound of everyone trying to talk all at once. Taking a left from the door Lesley went towards the market to see if she could find Mr. White. Almost immediately a very drunk man in torn clothes stepped in front of her, blocking her way. "Whoahh there miss... what are you doin here all al..." his words were cut short when Lesley flicked him in the head and he stumbled over as she walked past him. Reaching the market where the noise was the loudest, she looked around for Mr. White and his stall.


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