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Was nearing Christmas and Jim had hoped maybe Doyler would be back, if only for a little while.
He missed his friend something terrible.
There was plenty happened since Doyler had left, things changed - his brother, Gordie, was "MIA", missing in action, though his Da said that was alright, missing was still alive so, nothing to worry about. His swimming was banned. Never mind that, Jim still went down to the Forty Foot, sunk into the icy cold water of the Irish Sea, held fast to the ladder.
If he held the ladder, it wasn't swimming. He wasn't breaking his promise to Doyler or his father.
It was early morning and he was heading that way, planning to go in if only for a few moments.
But soon he became confused.
This wasn't the Forty Foot. This wasn't anywhere near the Sea.
This didn't look familiar in the slightest.
Jim stood there, looking around. Surely there was an explanation for this. Surely there was.
Here stood a spooked looking teenage boy, mouth gaping and eyes wide, a handsome boy if of course a little terrified.
Jim Mack has entered the mansion.
T: SO I know we had a Jim and a fantabulous one at that but the typist extended the offer for me to take him, aaaaand so I did. Totally reset, re typisted, etc etc and so forth. Taken from....well before Christmas anyhow. Lets see how this works, shall we?
He missed his friend something terrible.
There was plenty happened since Doyler had left, things changed - his brother, Gordie, was "MIA", missing in action, though his Da said that was alright, missing was still alive so, nothing to worry about. His swimming was banned. Never mind that, Jim still went down to the Forty Foot, sunk into the icy cold water of the Irish Sea, held fast to the ladder.
If he held the ladder, it wasn't swimming. He wasn't breaking his promise to Doyler or his father.
It was early morning and he was heading that way, planning to go in if only for a few moments.
But soon he became confused.
This wasn't the Forty Foot. This wasn't anywhere near the Sea.
This didn't look familiar in the slightest.
Jim stood there, looking around. Surely there was an explanation for this. Surely there was.
Here stood a spooked looking teenage boy, mouth gaping and eyes wide, a handsome boy if of course a little terrified.
Jim Mack has entered the mansion.
T: SO I know we had a Jim and a fantabulous one at that but the typist extended the offer for me to take him, aaaaand so I did. Totally reset, re typisted, etc etc and so forth. Taken from....well before Christmas anyhow. Lets see how this works, shall we?