Fatigue is sitting next to me. Waiting, it seems. He’ll try to possess me later, I’d say in about 20 minutes. He piggy-backed on me from my house this morning, until I enlisted the help of The Dunn Brothers; their services are overpriced but they were most convenient. Fatigue wandered around the school till he found the lounge, where he overtook a handful of people. I know he followed me to the theatre with Kate and Maria but he said nothing. And as we walked back to school I knew he wasn’t far behind. Now we’re here, I’m waiting, he’s waiting. I’ll surrender later; for a little while during break, and likel