Turtle & Canary, Sunday
It had been an exhausting year, looking for anything that could help him find home - and Cally. Dolf was beginning to lose the fragile hope he'd gained after Cally's letter last year; he was running out of books, and out of ideas.
He had his nose in another volume about time-travel he'd found lurking somewhere in the back of the library, skimming the pages, trying to find anything that applied to his situation. Nana had wandered further into the store, securing some random can of peaches to play with, but Dolf didn't pay her much attention.
His eyes flicked over the line, and Dr. Simiak perfected this design and went on to the next.
Then he paused.
Went back.
Reread, and Dr. Simiak perfected this design.
"Simiak! He exists!"
Nana gave him a pained look. He ignored it again, but for wildly different reasons this time.
[[ open, no ocd! ]]
He had his nose in another volume about time-travel he'd found lurking somewhere in the back of the library, skimming the pages, trying to find anything that applied to his situation. Nana had wandered further into the store, securing some random can of peaches to play with, but Dolf didn't pay her much attention.
His eyes flicked over the line, and Dr. Simiak perfected this design and went on to the next.
Then he paused.
Went back.
Reread, and Dr. Simiak perfected this design.
"Simiak! He exists!"
Nana gave him a pained look. He ignored it again, but for wildly different reasons this time.
[[ open, no ocd! ]]