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... )

Jack was tired, unhappy, and the very last thing he felt like doing was facing Isabel.

Guilt, however, was a powerful spur. Add in worry - which he couldn't shake, no matter how he tried - and here he was, knocking on her door.

Either she wasn't in, or she wasn't answering because she knew it was him.

( He figured it was probably the latter. )

The morning's encounter with Isabel had put Jack in a foul mood for most of the day. Sam had briefly lifted it, but the latest influx of Fandom weirdness - which he'd collected on the way up from the garage - had dragged it back down ( Read more... )