~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~
From a Girl Genius fic:
Gil didn’t remember cleaning up the glass, but he found it all in the waste barrel along with a lot of other broken junk. Three boxes were piled against the door, neatly packed with supplies. He glanced around the room–the mess did look a little less messy. A cold chill ran down his back. There was someone else in the lab. Either that or he was losing his mind.