Flossie Wright went to the corridor to get her clothes. Since she hadn't worn her coat before, it was still dry. The rest of her clothes had been airing out all night and were still a bit damp, so she simply took them all down and hung them by the bed for convenience when the wake-up call sounded.
Just as she hung the two hangers, Flossie Wright faced the bed, her brow furrowing slightly. She was considering whether to lie down for a bit longer when an icy hand reached out from somewhere and pressed directly against her forehead.
She was startled unexpectedly.
Stepping back, Flossie Wright avoided the hand, and when she looked up, she saw the person who had been on the upper bunk was now sitting up.
Outside, the street lights shone through the window, casting light directly onto Mariana Buck's bed.
