[Jan finishes handing off the assorted miscellany to Poe and bends down for a moment next to the open window, soundlessly picking up one last piece of paper that must have slipped out of the cloth. she might as well read it before she tries to get down--
it's a water bill. the date on it is April 24, 2018, but the paper is as yellowed and faded as if it's been there for decades. Jan bites her lip, feeling her skin go cold and her stomach leaden. April 2018 should be less than a year ago. something is wrong here.
she lets the paper fall from her fingers and eases herself over the sill again, hanging by her arms from the ledge. it's doable, but she'll definitely be feeling the soreness in her shoulders the next day. if she means to do much more of this kind of exploring, she'll need to start practicing again.
in the meantime, she'll let go when Poe indicates that he's got her and it's safe.]
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it's a water bill. the date on it is April 24, 2018, but the paper is as yellowed and faded as if it's been there for decades. Jan bites her lip, feeling her skin go cold and her stomach leaden. April 2018 should be less than a year ago. something is wrong here.
she lets the paper fall from her fingers and eases herself over the sill again, hanging by her arms from the ledge. it's doable, but she'll definitely be feeling the soreness in her shoulders the next day. if she means to do much more of this kind of exploring, she'll need to start practicing again.
in the meantime, she'll let go when Poe indicates that he's got her and it's safe.]