When Joe returned to the dining room, their table was deserted. The others had obviously moved to the other room with the projector that Rick had been talking about earlier. At the reception Joe asked for directions. He needed to head to another wing of the building. Walking down a long corridor

“The password’s not all that hard to figure out,” he said, “And the e-mails I get really aren’t all that exciting. At least I thought so.” “Okay,” Sarah said slowly. “Guess she found an interesting one after all… But why do you have to go back to the house? The damage is already done anyway. And yo

Thankfully, everyone who had contributed photographic material seemed to have – consciously or not – avoided including anything that would show Joe and her in a way that would indicate romantic involvement. Maybe it wasn’t so much that they had avoided it, but more that there simply wasn’t a lot of

When Joe reached the house around eleven-thirty, he was relieved that the drive was finally over. He felt exhausted and the Jazz had really started to get on his nerves towards the end. As he carried his stuff in and closed the front door behind himself, he realized how weird it felt to be here all

Around her, the conversation carried on. Sun was talking about a new next-door neighbor that had just moved in and seemed to be Mr. Grouch himself. This prompted Jack and Rick to dig out their best neighbor stories, some of which D had heard before. Already familiar with the stories, she couldn’t k