On the one hand, Iggy was thrilled that it was happening. It meant that he was healthy and happy and felt safe enough ( Read more... )

Iggy is, well, lonely. And he would like very much to hear his friends again, which is why he's managed to find a rather high spot. He's standing on the railing of a balcony, coat wrapped tightly around him, with his eyes closed and his head cocked to one side as he listens.

The wind. Distant bird calls but none that he knows. The sounds of water ( Read more... )