Lana slipped out of lunch as soon as the nurses allowed, and set to pacing a between the bulletin and the door of the music room, watching for Damon to emerge.

When he did, she didn't falter in her measured walk, timing it with no visible effort so that she came up to his shoulder just as he neared the Music Room door.

"Damon? A word, if I may. I promise this won't take too long." The occupants of the room might even thank her, though he wouldn't, if he had managed to notice the programmable keyboard.

[closed to Damon Gant]