Phoebe eventually settled for scrolling through the news on her phone, after she’d gotten tired of staring at her brochure and watching lights outside whizz past the moving train. With headlines like VINTER’S DISAPPEARANCE WORK OF FAE? and PLASTIC SURGEON ARRESTED OVER HORN-IMPLANT PROCEDURE, it didn’t do much to lift her spirits. She wished that the train had a shower; the scent of her own perfume was beginning to sting her nose. One of her teachers had gifted the perfume to her when they found out that she’d be attending Stern’s. It was a good gift, Phoebe had mused to herself. The delicate, floral scent clung to her in the most uncomfortable way, but it would be a necessary part of her outfit at the college.
Yawning, Phoebe decided that she should try to sleep. But as she pulled a pair of pajamas out of her bag, there was a knock at her door. Phoebe opened it to see a young-looking man wearing an employee uniform.