The next day dawned far too early for Diana. She had to wake up at six in the morning to get to an eight thirty class at the college. Regardless of how much time it took up, Diana was relieved that the FBI was allowing her to attend class. She did have to keep up her cover after all.

It was a block and a half to the nearest bus stop. Diana once more cursed the cold and her own thoughtlessness. She should have bought a coat yesterday. She certainly wasn't going to have time to get one today. Immediately following her daily period of "student status" she'd be riding the public transportation right to the police station. Sadly she didn't think she'd be getting much out of her classes today. She'd be too busy thinking of a good reason to be at the police station.

She needed to get to know the police officers in the city without alerting them to her presence as a law enforcement official. Her orders were, after all, to seek out Boston police officers helping the Saints, and she couldn't very well do that if they all knew she was hunting them. She was hoping to find the Saints that way… watching and listening to the Boston Police.

Diana had just enough time to do a little food shopping before it got dark that night. She would've stayed out in L.A. She knew the city, she knew where to go and where not to go. But she didn't trust Boston yet, and she didn't know enough not to get lost. So she ended up not getting a coat. She cursed Boston yet again. If only she knew it as well as L.A., then she could've gotten a ruddy coat. Then again, in L.A., she thought, she wouldn't have needed a coat anyway.

It was spaghetti for dinner that night. Diana was really a fantastic cook at home, which probably had more to do with her being a theatre geek than anything else. College had put more strain on her diet than anything before or since, and she'd had to come up with inventive ways to eat well. The general store down the street didn't exactly carry tofu though, and it looked like dinner and lunch for the week would be a dismal array of peanut butter and jelly and other convenience foods. She shuddered, looking at the sodium content of the box of macaroni and cheese. This is going to murder me, she thought sadly, putting the macaroni and cheese in the cupboard next to the refrigerator. She sneered at the small array of pathetic looking apples and oranges she'd managed to purloin from the store. She supposed she'd been lucky to get anything other than frozen pizza.

Not having anything to show for her time spent with the Boston Police, Diana spent the evening curled up on the bed, a bright candle on her bedside table while she sifted through the assigned works for the semester of her Shakespeare work.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,

And burn in many places; on the topmast,

The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,

Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors

O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks

Tap….tap tap tap….. tap tap tap tap tap…… tap tap tap tap… tap…. Tap…

Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dead trident shake.

Pros. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant

Tap tap tap …. Tap tap tap tap tap tap……. Tap tap… tap….. tap…. Tap tap

That this coil

Tap tap….. tap…..tap…..taptaptaptap…..tap tap…. Tap… taptaptaptaptap

Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the

Tap tap tap tap tap tap…..tap…..tap…..taptaptap

Diana closed the book with a snap. Who on earth was tapping on the wall? And why? Were they trying to annoy her? It sounded just as though someone was sitting by the wall and rapping on it with their knuckles. Diana sighed, and opened up the book again.

But felt a fever of the mad

Tap tap tap……tap tap tap tap tap…tapapa…. Tap tap… tap…..tap….tap

And play'd some tricks of desperation. All but mariners

Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, then all afire with

Tap tap tap….taptap…..tap…. tap….. tap…… tap…. Tap tap …..tap

Me: the kings's son, Ferdinand,

With hair up-staring,- then like reeds

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap…..

Not hair-

Was the first man that leap'd

Tap… tap tap tap…. Tap tap…. Tap tap tap

; cried, "Hell is

tap tap tap… tap tap tap tap…. Tap tap tap….

Diana snapped the book shut, and leaped from the bed. Giving an angry hiss she flung the hardcover at the wall right over her bed and heard a deafening CLAP as the book hit, and ricocheted back down to the middle of the bed.

She stood still for a few moments, breathing hard. The tapping had stopped. She glared at the wall, as if daring whoever was behind it to start tapping again, but they didn't. Her breathing lessened, and she got cold standing around in her beater and boxers. Still eyeing the wall suspiciously she slid back into the bed, sighing a bit when her legs slid beneath the warm comforter. She snuffed the candle.