Down on the ground floor, the water continued to drip on the desk, drumming a pattern that made Sadie cringe.

"Ah," she said to herself, "so THIS is why Chinese water torture works."

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drrrrrrip.

"Huh, that's funny..." she mused, looking through the tarot cards. "Isn't Noel's and my room about where that dripping's coming from?"

She chuckled silently. "Ha. What a coincidence...Hey, wait a second! That could be coming from our room!"

She jumped up, banged her knee against the desk and winced. But she didn't slow down. There were more important things at risk. Like, for instance...

"MY NOTEBOOK!" she wailed. "MY BABY!!! MY DEAR, SWEET NOTEBOOK!!!"

Her legs carried her as fast as they were able for the nearest stairwell. She vaulted up the stairs, stumbling occasionally, painfully landing on her knees.

"Must...save...notebook!" she gasped.

She continued to run up the flights of stairs.

Floor 4, the painted sign on the metallic exit door said.

Floor 5.

Finally, floor 6.

She pushed through the door, barrelling to her room.

Once she got there, she fumbled with the brushed bronze key, her hands shaking.

"Why...do I have to be...so...freaking...CLUMSY!" she shouted, shoving her shoulder into the door. "Open, you anal-dwelling bald butt monkey! OPEN!"

Finally, it gave under her weight, and she fell into the room.

Water was pouring in through the ceiling. No, not through the ceiling, through a hole in the ceiling.

She went to the hole once the water stopped, staring up through it.

Her eyes were met with a sweet-looking pair of dark, puppy dog-ish orbs.

The owner of them waved tentatively, trying his hardest not to laugh.

Trying and failing.