<div class="floatleft">(http://unitedagents.co.uk/sites/default/files/wallisA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evangeline "Eva" Hargrove<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Guest (Television Writer)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 31st.  Sometime between the Orientation and Lunch Ceremony<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her guest room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec McCollins<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Taking a step into the Unknown.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her guide's words and compliment brought about a flush of color to Eva's cheeks.  A smile, equal parts flattered and embarrassed, came across her face as she repeated the comment over and over again in her mind.  “Thank you.” She said politely, turning her back to him for a moment.<br/><br/>In front of a dresser she stood.  Feeling the heat of his gaze made the heat radiate within her.  She needed a moment to think, a moment to gather herself, a moment to slip the wedding ring from her finger before depositing it away in a drawer of the dresser.  Off of her person.  Out of sight.  And yet, not completely out of her mind.  The feeling of the gold band removed made her feel different.  A part of her missing.  Breathe, she told herself.  You can do this, she reminded herself, as she turned to face Alec once again.<br/><br/>Eyes glanced over to the open door to the bathroom.  “I was going to take a shower before the lunch.” She said as she took a few gentle steps to the bathroom.  “Would you care to join me?”<br/><br/>The Rubicon stood before her, the moment to decide whether to cross had finally come.  For so long, from the moment she agreed to this whole thing, to the moment she got off the bus, she wondered how long it would take to commit herself to this course of action.  There would be no going back.  There would be no forgetting of what she would do once she did it.  The point of no return had come.  It was what she wanted, despite the lingering thoughts of shame that flowed through her mind.  This was the best thing, the best course of action, even if it would be something to struggle with.  It was time to either commit herself, or run away.<br/><br/>She stood in the doorway to the bathroom, flipping on a light switch to illuminate the clean room.  “I think I'd enjoy it.”