INT. - SILVER CITY COLLEGE LIBRARY - NIGHT

Kinsey leaned over the heavy, wooden table, the green-tinted lamp shade casting an odd color over the vanilla pages of the book before her. She almost slammed it closed in frustration, pinching at the bridge of her nose under her glasses, hating she couldn't concentrate.

Damn Gerri and Julian and Jackson and Simone. Damn everyone. Kinsey's toe kicked the heavy leg of the table, a childish gesture that she instantly regretted, ...