8:32 AM. Alessa sighed and dropped her eyes from the bedside clock, carefully surveying her room once again. She didn't know what she was looking for exactly - some sort of sign. But so far, everything appeared to be exactly the same as it always had.
She'd been playing at this for almost 12 hours now, to no avail. After seeing Isaac in the bathroom while getting ready for bed the night before, Alessa had had difficulty sleeping, waking every few hours expecting… she wasn't sure what. Something to be different.
She wasn't certain if Isaac had gotten the message, but she thought he might have. After the frustration of their last encounter and her pathetic attempt at charades, Alessa had made sure that the next time she and Isaac met, she'd be prepared. But she wasn't quite sure how she would know if her efforts had been successful.