Which was good, frankly. I wanted to address her about the Taylor thing -- if today was the day she decided to stop with the emotionless routine and tug on my arm and grin like a schoolgirl, I doubt I'd have gone through with it. That said, it was Morgan, so the hesitation likely would have been chiefly because I was too weirded out to continue.

Where else but the elevator hallway? It was starting to become something of a tradition. When Morgan followed me there, she looked at me questioningly, pointing out, "This isn't exactly the comfiest-looking hallway. There are benches and stuff in other hallways."

"I know, but..."...