Annie laid on her back on the large, soft bed. She had forgotten about the man as soon as the door had closed behind her, and forgotten about everyone else as soon as she had turned on the shower. Now all her clothes — the short black shorts, tight grey top, white socks and small white panties — were clean and drying up in the bathroom. Her shoes and armor pieces lied by the front door, and her equipment, detached from her belt, were carefully placed on the bedside table. There was her gun, emptied for now, by the left edge of the wooden surface, both clips full and lying by the right side of the weapon. Below them was a folding knife, very similar to the one she had lost while fleeing from the deathclaw. She had removed her PIP-Boy, which was now turned off next to the device she had received as a gift. They were carefully placed at the center. Each single one of her bobby pins, the seven of them, were aligned in a neat row in the bottom right corner, and the half-full water canteen stood in the top right. The dark leather utility belt, washed clean in the shower, was hanging over the back of a chair along with the rather heavy medpack. The belt was nearly water-proof, but was still slightly damp.<br/><br/>The room was a completey new experience to Annie. She had read about hotels in books, but none had described the suites in enough detail. Still, somehow, it felt strangely familiar, perhaps because all of it was so extremely intriguing that her mind was constantly being imprinted with memories so strong that she felt she had been there before. She was fairly sure it was what the professor referred to in his documents as a déjà vu.<br/><br/>Annie held her hands on her bare chest and let out a deep exhale in an attempt to relax. It helped to a point, but it also brought back the events of the day. She quickly turned her head to the side as a reflex and sought for something with her eyes to keep her mind busy. A bookshelf. That should do. Annie sat up on the edge of the bed and reached her hand towards it. One of the books seemed so different from the rest of them that she couldn't resist picking up just that one. It was a children's book, and Annie had never seen one like it before.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>