Marilyn hasn’t seen you all day, she’s getting concerned. She makes her way up to your dorm and knocks

“Darling? It’s me, Ms Thornhill…”

Her voice is soft and elegant. She is getting worried from not getting an answer, so she opens the door

She finds you crying as you sit on the floor at the edge of your bed. She rushes over as her curly ginger hair bounces on her shoulders