Memorizing Schedules The Existance 8

I can go on little sleep, it's such a waste of time. The light is good company and never talks back.

Zelda's mind drifts into her plan, "it's got to be fool proof!"

Quickly the light shoots out of the room, leading Zelda down the dark and quiet hall. No one is stirring, the night staff is even slacking, she notes.

Perfect!

Slipping behind the staff's door left ajar, she spies Nurse Mary's schedule. She's got to make up a sick day...

No leaving evidence when one needs this necessary essential.
Zelda's trusted light etches the schedule into her memory.