Snippet #1901190

The next morning, Callen awoke with a groan. Her hair was messy as she had slept restlessly, haunted by the feeling that someone was looking at her. For the first time in years, she had opened her eyes in the middle of the night, and known that something was off. There was just something that felt completely wrong. It wasn't her hand, which still felt sore, and it wasn't that she felt ill. More or less, it felt like an omen. "Snow's gettin' to me or something..." she thought to herself as she made her preparations to exit the tent. She could see that she wasn't the first to get up, and figured that there'd be someone outside.

Her hand was neatly bandaged, and even though it hurt, she still thought it looked kind of cool. As she made it outside, the light caught her off guard, and she was blinded for a moment.

"Good morning!" She heard a voice say. She turned her head, and saw Adrian standing on the other side of the tent. "I hope I didn't wake you up?" He then asked, already looking like he wanted to aplogise. "Nah," she answered, still looking quite tired. She then noticed something odd about him, and couldn't help but to mention it. "Has anyone noticed you look a little like Zach?"

At first he didn't answer, and then he smiled. "Well, we both look ordinary, don't we? Maybe that's why?"

What Callen didn't know was that Adrian knew perfectly well how he and Zach looked alike. For a moment, he went quiet, but only until Callen spoke again. "I-ummm... I need to go do some... business." She started, only to be interrupted. Adrian had thrown something at her, and as she caught it, she couldn't help but to laugh. It was a roll of toilet paper.

"Thanks man," she grinned, obviously finding it very funny. He smiled back, and then turned his back to her, as he moved towards the fireplace. Callen turned too, but this was so that she could walk away and find a solitary place to conduct her... business.