Eighth.

[trustfellows]

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking; however one usually wakes up in the mornings in this place – slowly, anxiously, whichever – it seems that you're not going to be allowed to sleep in. Not because there's a body announcement to get you out of bed, but rather because there isn't. Eventually, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system. Again, he doesn't seem quite as excitable as usual, but once again, that can likely be explained by what he has to say today. "Good morning, guys. Just so you know, we've got something going on this morning that you're probably going to want to know about. Get in the foyer so you've got some idea of what's going on. We'll be waiting." And once again... Well,you might want to go.