The hot water had a calming effect on her frayed nerves. Between her adventure in destruction last night, today's new memory, and her plans for later, Meg felt jumpy and on edge. She let the water soothe away some of the stress and allowed herself a few moments to think of nothing but washing her hair. The bulky bracelet around her wrist slipped around on her arm and annoyed her, but she put that, too, out of her mind. Meg knew she needed to approach her situation with calmness and thought. She needed to keep her wits about her so she could form a plan.
Reluctantly, Meg turned off the water and found herself a towel. The water pooling at her feet as she dried off reminded her of the diving board memory. She wasn't sure if it would be smart to tell anyone about it just yet. The last time she had retrieved memories and told them about it they had stuck her head back into that machine. For now she would tell no one but her notebook. Maybe George if she got a chance.
When she had toweled away the water, Meg pulled on her robe and stepped back into her room. She was not surprised to see Bridget tucking her phone into her pocket and waiting for her with her breakfast tray ready on the table. She resisted the seductive aroma of the pancakes and syrup and eyed Bridget cautiously. Meg waited to see what Bridget would say.
“Hungry?” she asked neutrally.
Meg needed more to go on. She pulled her robe around her a little more tightly and shivered. “I think I could probably eat something,” she said, trying not to look at the food. “Do I have time?” she fished.
Bridget's expression didn't change. “Take all the time you need. We told Dr. Jacobs you're still a little under the weather. If you're feeling up to it, you can go sit in the lounge for a while after you eat.”
Meg fought to keep her face from giving away her relief and excitement. It had worked, so far, and maybe she would get to see George today. She liked the idea of spending time with him.
“I think that would be nice,” she said casually.
“I'll be back in a little while,” Bridget told her. She left Meg to dress and eat her pancakes.