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taxonomites2010-09-24 10:31 pm
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2% [visual | location: shelley (spencer's apartment)]
It took about a week in the hotel for Spencer to realize that this wasn't a dream and that he wasn't going home. Hoping and praying were futile - something he well knew, but felt were his only options for a while. Spencer was depressed, spending most of the days lying in bed unable to turn his brain off. He occasionally picked up one of his mother's letters from out of the box and read it with tears in his eyes before tossing it back and trying to sleep. Sleep only produced dreams of metal hallways and Roman architecture and JJ, surprisingly enough. He missed her. He missed everyone.
On day 7, he woke and felt as though something had changed. His situation was the same, but something inside of him wasn't. It was a coming to terms, perhaps. He decided that he needed to move out of the hotel.
Spencer had walked around a bit before he found a place in the eastern portion of the city that seemed to suit him. The building was not unlike a tenement from the turn of the century with narrow stairs inside which led up to a small but cozy apartment. The furnishings were also old fashioned, dating to about the same time period. What made it feel like home was the wall of books located in the sitting room and the coffee maker in the kitchen. Yes, this was it.
He had set to work rearranging a few things, when a thought occurred to him. Switching on his tablet, he gazed out at whoever should deem to respond to him.
"Um... Hi... uh.. so.. I was wondering... I don't think any of you have use for a criminal profiler... but perhaps you have use of a scientist?"
He half-smiled at the screen.
On day 7, he woke and felt as though something had changed. His situation was the same, but something inside of him wasn't. It was a coming to terms, perhaps. He decided that he needed to move out of the hotel.
Spencer had walked around a bit before he found a place in the eastern portion of the city that seemed to suit him. The building was not unlike a tenement from the turn of the century with narrow stairs inside which led up to a small but cozy apartment. The furnishings were also old fashioned, dating to about the same time period. What made it feel like home was the wall of books located in the sitting room and the coffee maker in the kitchen. Yes, this was it.
He had set to work rearranging a few things, when a thought occurred to him. Switching on his tablet, he gazed out at whoever should deem to respond to him.
"Um... Hi... uh.. so.. I was wondering... I don't think any of you have use for a criminal profiler... but perhaps you have use of a scientist?"
He half-smiled at the screen.