25 Unicorn Street, Wednesday Afternoon

Sarah Kerrigan was spread out on the couch, staring up at... some kind of unidentifiable brown spot that had affixed itself there. Party. Party planning. Party.

She ran a hand through her hair. Probably had to get up off the couch... soon... she closed her eyes. Soon could also be later.

[ specifically for one, but open to anyone who'd want to visit before then chronologically ]