"Not a ghost," argued Jen pulling the door farther.
"Chill," whispered Leonard hiding the phone, "-you'll break the damned door."
"No, hell no," she waltzed across to pull his cheeks, "-is that you, Igna?"
"'eah," the reply came with mispronunciation with her continuing to pull. "Please stop."
"I'm glad you're alive," nodded Lampard with a load off his shoulders, "-I really thought you died there," he held out a hand, "-since we're going to share a room, let's be friends?"
"Sure," the firm grasp shone a flicker of relief across their faces. Rena didn't seem all too pleased. She remained by a bed unpacking her backpack without care of what happened to the left.
"I'll take the bed by the window," voiced Igna, "-it's better this way."
"Won't you get cold?" wondered Jen seeing the discrimination of the placements. The bunk beds were farther inside and kept warmer while the fifth bed laid rested against the corner. Windows would always be kept open unless rain.
