Drubble # 1
The door slid shut behind her.
BíElanna engaged the privacy lock.
She sighed. One minute alone, thatís all she was asking for.
She listened carefully, her escape had not been noticed.
Running her fingers through her hair, she moved toward the sink.
As she washed her face, she allowed herself a small grin.
Outside the door, all was quiet.
If only it would last.
The bathroom, not exactly her top getaway location, but she'd take what she could get.
It was short lived.
Her silence was interrupted.
The sound of tiny fists beating on the door.
Two voices calling.
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