Etched in History
A Note Out of Tune
As her supposed guests left, Rynne became absolutely furious. Who the hell had been looking at her notes? The manuscript of the Doctor and her other characters was her masterpiece, and she wanted to get it all published before anyone knew the much about it. The information she had given the two who were in her room mere moments earlier was the most that she had ever given anyone, and now she already regretted giving a name to the main enemy of her hero.
Storming to see Dina, Rynne walked right in front of the television screen. "Hey! I'm watching that!" Dina's television schedule was always tight, and usually she was just left alone to get on with it, but now Rynne was ruining it. There was a crucial conversation going on behind her roommate, and this just wasn't acceptable.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, going through my notes? That really wasn't funny, Dina. I don't laugh at you and your work, do I?"
"What are you bloody well talking about? Why would I want to go through your notes?" Stretching to try and see around Rynne, Dina gave up. "I don't care about any of your writing! Now, I care about seeing whether Steve will ever forgive Cheryl!"
The enormity of the soap opera was far too important to be wasted over something like Rynne's insecurities, that was obvious, but the philosophy student really couldn't care less about Dina's opinions at the moment. "Okay then, if it wasn't you, who else? And those two... who paid the actors? Was it Bobbi? Sam? Oh, I bet Greg wanted a laugh!"
"Firstly, Bobbi's dyslexic, and has trouble enough reading a handful of notes for her own lectures, Sam is away on holiday, and why would Greg need to hire some actors to upset you, when he irritates you well enough already? Flipping hell, just listen to yourself!" Dina shook her head, not even imagining that the two strangers she met before were the 'actors' that Rynne was talking about. "Now, can I please get back to the show? Please?" Begrudgingly, Rynne moved, going back to her room to make sure that everything was definitely in its right place.
Sitting on her bed, the woman was at a loss to working out how the pair would have managed to work out the secrets of her story. It couldn't have all been a huge coincidence, could it? Looking around the room, she almost expected everything to suddenly change, her whole world crashing down around her, but everything just stayed the same. However, her gaze was drawn to that piece of paper now on her desk, the piece of paper that the mystery man had written on. Hesitantly, she picked it up, reading what he had to say. What was there was an address: obviously where the pair could be reached. Reading it again, though, the address was just a basic place outdoors down a back alley street. What was it, a stereotypical Mafia meeting? And how long would they both be there waiting for her?
The thoughts making Rynne shudder, she just folded it up, putting it into a pocket. There was a strange sort of feeling that the paper gave off that made her feel uneasy, as if it had some dangerous presence around it, and the sensation intrigued the student. Instinct told her to put it down, throw it out, something like that, but an overriding sense made her keep it with her, as if it were a kind of talisman. Sighing, Rynne just wanted an answer. She had to talk to someone... and she only knew of one person that would believe her.