<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Libby Heads to Bed... or at least to her Cabin</em></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Libby was a little disappointed and she couldn't quite understand why the guys were so sullen about things. She sighed a little and walked with each of them, as they disappeared one by one into their cabins. Cabin number one, Terry.....cabin number 3, Zac....she continued down a bit further until she reached her own. Cabin number six. Staring up at the silver building she stopped just below the owl and looked up at it. She gave a little smile and entered in heading over to the altar inside, careful to be quiet of any sleeping housemates, not that there were that many to begin with.  She knelt down at the altar and said a little prayer to her mother in thanks of her survival and safety over the nights adventure.<br/><br/>After her prayer she slipped up and moved toward her bunk area to change. She tugged off her bloody clothing and pulled on a clean pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. She could slip out to bathe but it would be a risk she didn't want to take, after all tomorrow would be good enough. After the usual bedtime routine she  settled into her chair by the window and pulled open a book. She wasn't ready to sleep, the adrenaline still pulsed through her veins. She couldn't really concentrate on the book either, the events kept replaying in her mind. Why were they so upset? She couldn't understand it but after a few minutes of thought she finally relented to the knowledge in her hands and began reading more about the monsters of their world. Sleep would come soon enough. For now, she'd just slow her mind, as much as one can in her position.