‘Sorry about…what happened back there,’ Sineas said to Clarissa when he opened his bedroom door.
She followed closely behind him as he stepped into the darkness. Her eyes surveyed the nothingness. She clutched her books tighter to her chest. She could only make out the bed and the wide open window which let in gusts of cold wind at five second intervals. ‘Lights?’ she asked him as he dusted the bed with his hands.He paused. ‘Oh, yeah, of course…the lights.’ He sat on the foot of the bed. ‘This room doesn’t have any.’‘Why?’ she asked curiously, standing in the middle of the room.‘It’s a long story,’ he replied.‘Then…’ her eyes surveyed the darkness again, ‘How do we work on the assignment without the light?’‘I’ve got a flashlight?’ he suggested. He looked intently at her black figure from the bed.
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