You've reached my voicemail. Leave one and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. And mom, stop worrying. I'll be fine.

Lindsay was officially done with finals for the day, which called for celebration.

Except she didn't know what to do or where to go. Damn her lack of being social!

So she left the door to her room wide open, tossed a DVD into the player, and dug a thing of ice cream out of the microscopic freezer of her mini-fridge before plopping down on her bed.

[Totally open!]

Lindsay hadn't wanted her parents to leave; in fact, she'd burst into tears and clung to the both of them. But she hadn't begged them to stay. She'd wanted to, but she knew how sick with worry they already were and she wasn't going to give them any more reason. Not after the past almost ten months.

Blinking back tears, she turned her attention to the boxes in her room. She really should start unpacking. Taking a deep but shaky breath, she opened the door before finally starting to unpack.

[Open!]