It wasn't the way Scott expected to wake up this morning. The pressure of the small body on his chest started to wake him up a little, but it was the doll yelling, "HUG ME!" while lunging for his throat that really did the job. It was pretty impressive what kind of strangling grip it managed considering how short its arms were. Scott was struggling ( Read more... )

After class this afternoon, Scott had spent some time in his office, staring at a picture of Jean he kept in his wallet, and thinking about the fact that apparently somewhere in some world, he lived a happy enough life to have a kid. A kid who would grow up to be the mayor of the town where he was teaching ( Read more... )