"Cami, Cami? Are you there?" Piosenniel banged insistently on the door, waiting for an answer. What a day for her assistant to decide she needed a little vacation! There were folk downstairs asking for rooms, with absolutely no one available to help them.
When Pio had received no response early that morning, she'd turned away and let Cami sleep, thinking her friend needed extra rest after the party. But now it was the middle of the afternoon, and still she'd not seen or heard from Cami.
Sighing with exasperation and uncertain what to do, Pio hastily searched the keys at her waist and came up with the one to open Cami's door. The Elf slid the key in the lock and turned it, pushed the door ajar, and walked into her room. Cami Goodchild was nowhere to be seen, but the window sash above her bed was pushed up to the top, and just outside was a ladder still leaning against the wall.
[ January 20, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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