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Dec. 21st, 2008 12:44 amIt's Christmas morning at Southdown Abbey.
Very, very early Christmas morning. The perfect time to slip from one building to another without being spotted.
Because sneaking into the women's dorm at the abbey is easy for a brilliant doctor who occasionally moonlights as a criminal mastermind.
The tapping at Kaylee's door is light, as though whoever's knocking wants to be heard, but only if it isn't too much trouble -- or as though whoever it is doesn't want to be heard by anyone but this room's occupant.
Very, very early Christmas morning. The perfect time to slip from one building to another without being spotted.
Because sneaking into the women's dorm at the abbey is easy for a brilliant doctor who occasionally moonlights as a criminal mastermind.
The tapping at Kaylee's door is light, as though whoever's knocking wants to be heard, but only if it isn't too much trouble -- or as though whoever it is doesn't want to be heard by anyone but this room's occupant.
