Hope's Point of View
After the small incident in the kitchen, which involved me being a major clutz with my footing, thus ploughing into the Omega in charge for a third time, she demanded an explanation from me. I told her that I wasn't feeling very well, so, she decided to set me on gardening duties. This was ridiculous because there was no garden to speak of. All we had was fields of dead grass. Consequently, I spent my time watering the grass, which was like performing CPR on a body that had been dead for a week, and digging over some soil 'just in case' we ever did decide to make this garden slightly more attractive than it was.
Whilst we were on the subject of things that were dead, I was becoming increasingly concerned about the body in my closet. I hadn't seen Holly at all to
