Cage

A Date For The Genius

She yawned deeply before poking her head up from under the crisp, white duvet. When had she tucked herself into bed? She should get herself checked out, she must be having memory loss. And black outs. She was acting like her brother on a bad day... a very bad day.

She noticed she was still wearing her coat. If she had tucked herself into bed and what felt like brushed her teeth, why couldn't she have taken her coat off and put her pyjamas on?And yet she felt cold. 

This was all so weird.

Maybe when she got to work she would feel better. She would have a routine, less nerves. Thats what it was - nerves. The stress was getting to Megan.

Looking at the clock she gasped,

"Oh! Citric Acid!" she didn't like swearing so she found many a silly substitute. Her Mum swore too much. She was soooo... late. "What am I going to do with myself? A scientist who can't keep to a schedule! I just hope they're all running late..." she muttered.

Speaking of which, who were 'they' and where was she going for the introduction that the letter had mentioned? She guessed 'they' were the 'great young minds of this centry' but for the latter she had no answer. She could feel this would be a long day.

She jumped up and as she did so she caught herself in a mirror opposite her bed.

"Holy crow, I look like a lake monster!"

She burst through a small door that she guessed lead to a bathroom. She guessed wrong, this lead to a small lounge like place and kitchen. She tried again. A bathroom! She needed a shower and she needed a shower quick! It was 8:45. 

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The warm water felt good running down her back, it loosened her taught muscles and literally washed her nerves away. 

tick, tock, tick, tock.

The ticking of the very loud clock that she couldn't identify reminded her of her hurry.

For the next ten minutes she was in and out of her suitcase trying to find business looking clothes, make-up, and other necessities. 8:56.

Megan stood by the door at 8:58 looking smart in a pair of black   trousers and blazer that pulled her in a the waist. Not that she noticed, but it was quite flattering on her. Her brother had picked it out. She decided she didn't need a handbag but put a pen in her pocket and carried a small, black leather notebook. Good. Very dignified.

She checked herself in the mirror.

Before she left she grabbed her  key card and took a last look at her... home... it was hard to think of it that way. So far away from Logan. She missed her brother.

Right by the door as you walk in was a kitchen space with a comfy looking leather sofa sitting uniformly by the wall; the colour pattern was black and white. Very tidy and neat - just like the rest of what she'd seen so far. There was a door at the back of the room she knew that lead to her bedroom. The walls were bare and there was a note pinned on the wall saying that she was free to decorate anytime she liked with anything she liked. That was comforting. There was a double bed pushed against the wall with a cream and white colour pattern on it; dull. She couldn't wait to put a lick of colour in the room. A breath of fresh air. Megan sighed. If only... if only Logan were here... if only Mum was OK... if only Dad was still - 

She stopped herself. This was not the time or the place. She breathed in and out. The door slammed shut behind her as swept down the corridor, wiping a tear from her face.

She was gone too quick to notice the door locking itself behind her or the whirring noise starting up again. Or a click click clicking at the hinges of her door. A sound very similar to ones that cameras made, quiet cameras, spy cameras.