Quinn got an answer from Besca before she’d stepped off the elevator. – [color=gray][i]o yeah ! saw he r resume very samrt! glad u like her wil try 2 meet her soon ! :o)[/i][/color] -

From Dahlia there was still no word, but once Quinn had made her way back into the dorms it made sense. Everything was just as she’d left it. Through the crack in her door there was only silence, and Dahlia still flopped down onto the bed, breathing quietly in the dark. How long she’d sleep was unsure, and had varied from day to day. Sometimes it was a mere two or three hours, even less, and others she was dead to the world for half a day. 

“[color=skyblue]Day shmay,[/color]” she had said once, teasingly. “[color=skyblue]We’re in space! No horizon up here![/color]”

To her credit, if not comfort, she was right. Unfortunately for Quinn, that meant there was still no one around to assuage her loneliness. These moments were exceedingly rare before, but more and more each day, circumstances were forcing independence upon her. As she stood in the commons, it became clear that, unless she continued to stand here for hours, there would be no one to come make the decisions of her day for her. This had been true of all the recent days prior as well, and if the trend continued, it would be true tomorrow. 

An alien revulsion at the idea of simply waiting tingled beneath her scalp. Ultimately however, the only thing that could move Quinn now was Quinn.