Well, at least Megan didn't throw up in Smed's car. Actually, it was his brother's car. He hadn't told her that he usually went everywhere on foot. And it didn't take much to get her to her room, either. Smed had to wonder if she were the only one home. The house was dark. Only a cat met them at the door, and her room wasn't far from the livingroom. He turned on the lamp. So much pink and purple. It almost hurt his eyes, but he flopped her own the bed, noticing there were no shoes to take off. He guessed he'd hear about that tomorrow, how he lost her shoes.
He pulled the duvet over her and looked around her room, full of pictures of her and Craig. Still. It seemed funny that she hadn't taken any of them down. And there was Caitlin's senior picture. Smed grinned then. His heart pounded with delight. He slowly took it from the mirror and looked at it closely. She was just as he remembered. So ordinary, yet not.
Tears welled up in his eyes. He tucked it in his shirt pocket. He blinked away the tears as he saw Megan's purple laptop. Smed bit his upper lip as he looked back at Megan laying there on her back. He thought she might wake, but she snored very softly, instead.
He sat down at her desk and opened up the laptop. No password. Just a kitten to click on. And there was Megan's google mail account right at his fingertips. Just a click away. Security was definitely not her middle name.
Smed held in a chuckle. This was amazing. This was just what he wanted. A way to get to Caitlin. He saw the e-mails from Caitlin. It was easy to see it was her e-mail. After all, she had used her full name for her g-mail account.