Kate sleeps about as well here as she does on the trail. Back pressed to the wall, shoes still on her feet, and so lightly the littlest noise could wake her up.
Like the hiss of lowered voices, and the metallic churn of screws coming loose.
She lifts her head, listening for a few minutes, until a brown furry flash past the officer's desk has her vaulting from the bench. She hurriedly makes her way to the bars on cat's paw, trying to catch a gander down the corridor.
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Re: Breakout
Date: 2012-08-19 09:59 pm (UTC)Like the hiss of lowered voices, and the metallic churn of screws coming loose.
She lifts her head, listening for a few minutes, until a brown furry flash past the officer's desk has her vaulting from the bench. She hurriedly makes her way to the bars on cat's paw, trying to catch a gander down the corridor.