It is the second-to-last day of the plagues, and, unexpectedly, the sun rises. For five hours and 35 minutes, it is a perfectly normal, if a bit cold, Chicago day ( Read more... )

Midnight passes with little incident. In fact, most of this day will be rather uneventful to the point where people will have to stop and wonder if the plagues have stopped right in the middle of their stranglehold ( Read more... )

Midnight passes again ( Read more... )

A car loaded with teenagers pulls up in front of the Conrad. Finding parking in downtown Chicago is never easy, and Buffy is not willing to wait. She springs out of the car and races into the lobby - only to realize that while she knows the basement is where they keep the wanderers, she has no idea how to get there. Um.

The Doctor is wandering ( Read more... )

Bat firmly nestled into his hair, Jamie heads out the door for one of his very few excursions out. Being a bit of a recluse, he's not used to the idea of lots of people coming and going - he's been spending the few weeks since it really sunk in that he was trapped in his room, painting. The strange box he's yet to find a use for has been moved to ( Read more... )

Jamie had never really pondered his life much. Certainly, there wasn't much to ponder. His life could be best described as fair to middling, really. He had what his patron considered the gift of seeing - but most of what there was to see was so ordinary and bland as to not be worth the time taken to consider it.

Take, for example, his father. To be ( Read more... )