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"Tomorrow? But I don’t even knohat the test is on"

"I’m sure it will be fine," Dustin said He pulled so and stretched one over the mattress When I tried to help, he swatted ht it was fine; he wasn’t the one who had to take the exa to unpack While orked, Dustin taughtof coins with the rest of my Monitor supplies "La vie" Life "La mort" Death He unpacked lanced out theThe sun was setting behind the buildings "Éphé off ed ht home After he left, I looked it up in my French dictionary ItI skipped dinner and spent the rest of the night alone in my room I only ventured out once to carrylost in the maze of hallways as I tried to find my way back to my room I ended up in a side hall that looked just like mine, except that the room number was 21, and the na a messy clutter of boxes and clothes, the roolass candles and colorful char a bundle of linens and having an argument with an olderin, she squinted at me and then walked to the door and shut it

The door beside it was painted shut with so many layers that I could barely see the seam of the wall BROOM CLOSET, it read

I tried to retraceturns until I finally foundh the walls to the girls walking down the hall, speaking to each other in French I didn’t knoho they were or what they were saying; I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to know They lived in a different world than I did I could tell by the way they were laughing, by the fact that they could laugh

Just as I was falling asleep, I heard the toilet flush fro at the other side of the dark roo that I was alone If Dustin were here, he would tell ht, I picked up the pocket dictionary he’d left for ht entries "Seul Isolé Séparé Écarté Solitaire Singulier Sans aide Perdu" Which kind was I? Left behind by e Separated from Dante Isolated fro the book when the phone rang Startled, I jumped

"Renée?" a hushed voice said as I held the receiver to my ear

"Eleanor?" I said, a little louder than I had intended, and then repeated, "Eleanor?"

I heard a breath on the other line "It’s really you," she said, uncharacteristically ainst the wall Sheme from the rooes"

"I know," Eleanor said, her voice duller than I remeotten through the su to do Myhed

"Sa each of us in to be questioned About Miss LaBarge’s death" Her voice didn’t waver when she said Miss LaBarge’s naer rather than our philosophy professor

"Questioned?"

"They know she was killed by a group of Undead, and want to see if any of us have infor roup of Undead"

"By a group of Undead? What does that roup?"

"I don’t know," she said "He wouldn’t say anything ht know"

"I have no idea," I said, tracing the stitching onof the photograph I’d found in Miss LaBarge’s cottage

"She’s fine, I think," Eleanor said, though she sounded confused "The saht she was friends with Miss LaBarge"

"Why would you think that?" Eleanor said "She met her for the first tiht "But I went to Miss LaBarge’s cottage with raph of her with your e It was framed in her bedroom And I saw her at the funeral"