The clock shifted to 5:00, finally.
Emma stretched then reached down and retrieved her phone while lounging in her chair. She flicked the silent mode off and flipped through her messages. Still nothing from Jeff ... Strange ... But she quickly dismissed it since she was trying not to be clingy. Another message caught her eye.
"Hey girl! A few of us are going dancing this evening, let us know if you are in! See ya ;)" she smiled wanting to send a 'hell yeah!' right away, but her practical mind reminding her to check the tampon holding back the bloody wind of the apocolypce, it felt ok, but she figured she should probably double check, they sometimes leaked and didn't soak up her mess properly ... With that thought she gathered up her things and punched out, quickly walked in and seating herself on the porcelain throne, and there she found ...