**** chapter two: gourmet ****
The following morning, Lydia left her bed earlier than usual. The halls were cold and empty, a soft wind whispered through the few open windows. She could listen to the leaves rustling outside, and a sudden shudder went through her spine. She remembered the jaw she saw the day before, and the dean's suspicious dismissal. *Something is amiss*, she thought.
She raced through the hallways, tryingto keep her mind off the matter, and sent to the kitchen. The common area was still deserted, and the cooks laughed in a loud, crude manner. She took a plate, and they lowered their voices as they saw her approach.
