From Room 2 - http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0)<br/><br/>Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) wandered her way out from her room, followed close behind by Phillip Regere, one of the staff members.  "So," he asked her as they walked, "I read through the file about the incident with the vehicle-"<br/><br/>Cynthia winced.  Of course he had, and of course it all looked so terrible.  She still felt so guilty about all that but still hadn't even gotten to apologize to the young man whose car it had been.<br/><br/>Phillip noticed her emotional outburst, even silent as it was.  He slipped a pen from his shirt pocket, clicked it open and jotted down a note upon her file.  "Ms. Peregris, perhaps you'd like to give me your side of events?"  His tone was banal and professional; she doubted he even cared, but somehow she couldn't fault him for that.  He was only doing his job, and how many people did he have to speak with every day?  No one had a heart big enough to encompass everyone in the whole world, as her dad had often told her.<br/><br/>"Well, I thought the car was mine," she started to explain, wherein he jotted another note down.  "What I mean is, I grabbed the wrong set of keys out of the box from the party."  Her voice was starting to raise ever so slightly, getting worried the more he made those little marks on her file.  What was he writing?  Why wasn't he saying anything?<br/><br/>"A college party, I presume?" he finally asked, relieving her to hear him speak until the actual words sank in.  "Was there drinking?"<br/><br/>"Well, yes..." she admitted hesitantly, to the tune of more and more scribbles upon the file.  "I hadn't been drinking, though!  All I had was one Dr. Pepper and I wanted to head home afterwards; I was getting tired."<br/><br/>He really didn't seem to believe her but he just kept on writing.  He was really starting to hurt her feelings.  Why didn't he talk to her?  Why did he just make her go on and on, trying to explain things that only made her sound worse and worse?  It was really starting to get frustrating.  "I just fell asleep at the wheel, and when I woke up, I had no idea who the man was who was grabbing at me and pulling me off somewhere.  I was so frightened."<br/><br/>"Ms. Peregris," he responded coolly, stopping his walk.  She stopped as well, worried now.  "I think you're getting upset.  Perhaps it would be best if I took you back to your room now."<br/><br/>"No, I..."  Her mouth opened in fright and denial, but as she looked back to him, she realized he was right.  Why was she acting like this?  Why was she so afraid?  This was her own fault if he was only concerned about her and she was flipping out.  "Yeah, ok," she responded meekly, giving a faint nod of her head.  "I'm sorry."<br/><br/>He didn't really respond, just starting to walk back with her in the other direction, moving back towards her room again before they'd even gotten to his office.  Was there really something wrong with her?  Why was she acting like this?