Elisha nodded, reached down to pick up his messenger-style bag and swung it over his shoulder with a bit of effort. Considering the amount of stuff he carried around in it, it was rather light, but even so, he was far from strong. He smiled again and stole a glance at the receptionist, who was still buried in her work, utterly oblivious to the fact that there were even other people present before turning back to William.
Part of him was really excited. He'd never really met anyone else who could speak directly into someone's mind, though Jordan had said that there were others out there. Another part of him was nervous; his control, especially over out-going thoughts, had never been that great.
The light's reflection off of William's hat as he removed it caught Elisha's attention and brought him back to the present. "Room 113, according to the sheet they gave me when I arrived," he replied, this time aloud.
Part of him was really excited. He'd never really met anyone else who could speak directly into someone's mind, though Jordan had said that there were others out there. Another part of him was nervous; his control, especially over out-going thoughts, had never been that great.
The light's reflection off of William's hat as he removed it caught Elisha's attention and brought him back to the present. "Room 113, according to the sheet they gave me when I arrived," he replied, this time aloud.