Isabel woke sometime in the wee hours of the morning, blinking in confusion that turned into a smile when she realised where she was ( Read more... )

It was dark and quiet in Jack's room, and the only thing awake was the plant. It stood constant vigil next to the bed - not that it could do much else. It was only a plant. Standing around was pretty much the sum total of its ability - while Jack dreamed...

( Those who lose dreaming are lost... )

Jack lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The window was open, and an errant breeze was fluttering the curtains, which in turn were casting shadows across the room.

If he squinted just right, the ones above him looked a bit like rabbits in compromising positions. If you used your imagination.

( We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams... )

When Jack finally woke up, Izzy was gone and he thought he might be able to pass for a human being.

A shower, a cup of tea, another couple of ibuprofen, and an hour later, and he was sure of it.

It didn't occur to him to check his phone messages, but it was probably just as well. A night's drinking was probably not the best follow up to three ( Read more... )

After spending the day in his room, feeling like death warmed over, Jack had drifted off. He was asleep in the chair under the window, book hanging from his hand.

…and he was walking down a road, dark and lined on either side with walls of rock, stretching to the sky ( Read more... )