Cait
Cait woke the next morning; her throat was only a little sore, but it would pass. At least she didn't have to do anything for the rest of the week; she could sit and read her various books for all she cared, which she would definately do. Or she could work on those arrangements she had been working on...she needed to finish those for next year...
She grabbed her purple clipboard off the counter, slipping it into her pack as she walked out the door. She got on the bicycle, humming the melody to Una Noche, Eres Tu, and her own creation Adios.
Jordan
Jordan glared out at the world, alive and bright. He hated this, seeing so much light around him. It just made him feel awkward, exposed, weakened...
He pulled the hood tighter over his head, hoping to block out to rays of sunlight as he skirted the crowd, walking down the street. Maybe, by some chance, he would be able to find somewhere to hide out and wait out the day.
