Second Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

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Simon was worried. No, that wasn't a particularly novel experience for him by any stretch of the imagination, but the reason was. He'd just gotten off the phone with Alisha, and there had been something... odd, about a part of the conversation. For reasons he couldn't even remember anymore, probably as a part of an idle attempt at a joke, he'd mentioned their last probation worker, Shaun.

And she'd laughed and asked, "Who?"

At first he'd thought she was just kidding, that there was a joke he wasn't quite getting, but no. She had no recollection of a probation worker by that name. None. It had felt unsettling, and he'd had to get off the phone before he managed to pass the feeling on to Alisha as well.

Simon wanted to think it was nothing, but he'd lived with the effects of the storm too long to find that likely. And that was even without going into the kinds of stunts the island could pull. So, he was in the common room boiling water for tea, because, well, he just needed to do something familiar. Maybe later he'd go out for a run in the warehouse district again.

[ooc: You know that O word these things usually are? Yeah, this one's that too.]