November 20, 1800. 9:37 p.m.
kitchen
"I'm....starving....." Courtney moaned.
"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do?" Michaela asked. "We can't make it be spring and therefore we can't make the food come out."
"AAAGH!" the Lasombra screamed. "What are we supposed to do then, starve?!"
"Hey!" Carleigh slammed her fist down on the table. "Silence! Look, I've got an idea. Let's all go back to Geneva for a few nights. I was sick of animal blood anyway. I think the factory's still standing; we can stay there."