And to think Mitchell had planned on coming back to Fandom from an incredibly strained holiday week to find some peace. And to think. There had been very little peace in him since that morning, when Kate had called him sounding like a bloody wreck. He'd hurried down here as fast as he could, and...

... nothing, apparently.

"Are you sure no one's ( Read more... )

All right.

The atmosphere within the house had not gotten much better over the past few days. Just from his seat in the living room, he could feel the waves of awkward wafting off George and Nina as they went through their morning not-really-speaking-to-each-other routine; they had happily intermingled with Kate's general doom and gloom and he was ( Read more... )

Mitchell was planning on heading back up to Bristol sometime ... soon. If he was entirely truthful, he wasn't looking forward to his trips quite as much as he used to. The tension in the house had been racking up lately, and Ivan's warnings still rang heavily in his mind ( Read more... )

Mitchell was cooking ( Read more... )

( If you could only see the beast you've made of me/I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free. )

Mitchell had asked Kate in Fandom, and called Jack; somehow it felt important for them to be there, as they'd been there for a lot of the insanity of the past year in Bristol. They had arrived sometime during the day, both a nice distraction from Annie's angry, charged silences and George's quiet, guilty glances ( Read more... )

By noon, there still hadn't been any sign of George. Though to be honest, after what had happened that morning, Mitchell wasn't so certain he was unhappy about that. Let him be out for a while, and keep Tully with him ( Read more... )

The portal dropped them off early Friday morning; Mitchell was never going to get around how strangely time acted when it came to moving between Bristol and Fandom, but at least there seemed to be some kind of method to the madness ( Read more... )