<div class="floatright">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u605/Sella_La_Mer/Sandra%20Shore/SandraJammies.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sandra Shore<br/>Room 3<br/>With ?</span></strong><br/><br/>After taking a moment to clean herself up a bit, Sandra slipped from the bathroom into the last bedroom in the row, looking around in the early morning light to see who was in residence. It wasn't hard to recognize Sid's familiar form under the covers of the bed she'd claimed for them and was about to slip under the covers with him when she heard the siren.<br/><br/>It was impossible to mistake that the emergency vehicle had come for somebody at the house as the lights strobed across the thick curtains, intermittently staining the edges a lurid crimson. Reversing course, she made for the door, heading out into the hall and then retreating as the paramedics wheeled a stretcher to the room she had so recently vacated. Something hadn't happened to Carter, had it? She'd only just left him a bit ago, and he'd seemed to be fine.<br/><br/>She continued to watch as they wheeled the gurney back out of the room, an unhappy looking Jayne on board. Knowing that she probably had as much information about what was going on as anybody else in the household, having just come from where she had been, she slipped back into her own room. With her mood to get up to hanky panky with Sid spoiled for the moment, she grabbed her shorts and slid them and her nightshirt back on as she made her way into the workout area, feeling that a spot of yoga would settle her mood. She could always pounce Sid afterward, the thought with a grin.