I lay on the<em>incredibly</em>uncomfortable dorm bed, staring up at the bland ceiling, and fought not to sigh in frustration.  I suppose it might have been too much to hope that the person I was assigned to room with would be Conner's bosom friend, filled with grief over her friends disappearance and overflowing with knowledge about the girl's personal life.  Hadn't kept me from hoping it though.<br/><br/>Dahlia had been a nearly complete wash so far as information about Francesca went, though she seemed to have a near<em>limitless</em>knowledge of the social circles on campus given how she had gabbed on with a friend on her cell phone.  It had taken a great deal of 'Amanda's' self control to not take the damn thing and choke her with it.  But she had given me a few clues, and a few new ideas.<br/><br/>The first was having Amelia check Francesca's club associations and cross check the names against each of the lists, to try and find a list of possible friends.  Her mother had been unable to help her on that, and without Dahlia as a link into Francesca's circle of friends I was pretty much at square one.  If the search turned up nothing, I could always try and talk to each member of the respective groups, though that was a damned hard thing for 'Amelia' to do.  It would raise suspicions and that was one thing I couldn't allow.<br/><br/>Second was to talk to the head of whatever department Connors had fallen under.  Even if it was just background information, it might prove to be invaluable in getting into the girl's mind.<br/><br/>The last was Francesca's room.  Doubtless the police had given it at least a cursory search but without the limit of a search warrant, the information<em>I</em>could get would be much greater.  The hardest part would be her roommate, whatever her name was.  I'd be very surprised if the girl wasn't at least a<em>bit</em>suspicious of anyone asking questions about her recently disapeared roommate . . . if she wasn't involved in it herself.<br/><br/>Pulling out my cell, I sent a quick text to Amelia asking for a list of social clubs that Francesca had been a part of as well as any names she could dig up.  It was a decently tall order, but I had faith in her.  As I thought about it, the idea of getting into that apartment was more and more appealing; and the idea of waiting around twiddling my thumbs became noticeably LESS.  Rolling out of the bed and slipping back on my windbreaker, I left the room to make my way to 'Franny's' home away from home.<br/><br/>Reaching the door to 418 I knocked softly, surprisingly nervous as I shifted my feet, feeling exposed out here in the hallway, listening carefully for any sign that her roommate happened to be in.