(Part 1 - Emily)
Britta Perry walked into the library, shoulders slumped and her head hanging low. Her childhood cat, Sparkles, had recently fallen ill and the idea of her death was even more depressing than it should have been for Britta. It represented more than the loss of a dear pet, it was the end of Britta s youth. The end of an age so to speak. She was no longer a young girl, her youth was escaping her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
If Britta was honest with herself, which might not be a regular occurrence, she had to admit she was lonely and a little scared. What had she accomplished so far in life? Not much. She had nothing concrete, set in stone for her future either. As she glumly trudged into the library, lost in thought, she expected to have the study room to herself. So naturally she was surprised to see Pierce sitting at the head of the table.
"Oh." Britta said, a little crestfallen. "Hey Pierce what are you doing here?" She stood in the doorway, not committing to entering the room just yet. She and Pierce weren t exactly close.
"Well if it isnt the lesbian" Pierce guffawed. Britta rolled her eyes.
"I'm not a lesbian" she insisted flatly, glaring at him.
"Yeah yeah, I know" Pierce surrendered - catching the psychologist major by surprise. She began to realize that something seemed different about Pierce, and maybe being alone with him could be an opportunity to figure out what it was. Curiosity might kill the cat, but Britta not only lacked feline DNA, she had plenty of cats to go around.