[Drama] Every Little Thing You Do Is Wrong

[Miriam Bell]

The hour-long ride back to the University had given Miriam plenty of time to think but somehow she hasn't come up with a good way to approach Will. Especially after several days of avoiding... most coherent thoughts, really, but responsibility in particular. She shrugs off her ridiculous coat and hat in the entrance hall of the Mansion and takes a deep breath. She wants to believe that Will had been right in that she belongs here, but it's easy to talk platitudes and much harder to act on it. Will had been there for her but she hadn't been for him as she should have been. And that's probably the foremost part of belonging here. She feels like she's failing at some remedial class in being a human being. So much easier to be a self-indulgent monster, but... well she'd felt what it was like being at the mercy of someone like that.

Skulking through the mansion she very faintly lets her mind flitter out around her to find that familiar frantic bustle of Will's mind.

[Narrator]

Finding Will proved more difficult than Miriam had originally intended.

First things first -- he had never been assigned a room on campus; not since the Lippencott situation. So, there was no obvious place to look for him.
Secondly, with classes ending, he wasn't on a strict schedule, either, so there was no ambushing himself outside of one of his classes.

He wasn't in the music room, dicking around on his piano. He wasn't in her and Sam's room -- and, after all, with Miriam out of town, and Sam and her girlfriends off in some mystic bullshit land, why would he be there? Even a cursory check of the closets, knowing his tendency to be an overdramatic asshole about things, didn't turn up anything. Will was good at hiding, but he wasn't that good at hiding.

Her search would eventually bring her to Robin's room, where Will had left a note on his daughter's desk. He was apparently going away from the university for a while, to go out into the countryside and work at something simple and rewarding; he had apparently had ASHLIE set him up with some forged documentation to avoid questions. There was a note to contact ASHLIE in case of emergencies, but no other immediate indication as to where he had gone.

[Miriam Bell]

"What a drama queen. Who does he think he is? Me?" she mutters, unclenching her fist and straightening out the note as she places it back on the desk. She really doesn't want to deal with the robot but she might have to. She sure as hell isn't going to let this uncertainty hang over herself all summer, so she sets out for Ashlie's office to talk her into handing over the place Will has chosen to hide himself away.