It was probably for the best that Evan hadn't actually changed this weekend. As great as he remembered his childhood being, he really didn't have much in the way of coping skills as a little boy. And why would he? He'd never known the real world. It would be cruel leaving him to his own devices, with that in mind ( Read more... )

Evan had arrived back on the island in the dead of night, wearing a scowl on his face that even a bouncy dog who was happy to see him home again couldn't entirely wipe away. He'd slept fitfully, shadows in the corners of his mind creeping up and threatening to blot out everything else in his head as he dreamed ( Read more... )

Evan had gotten his first voicemail today since... well... since he'd come to the island, really. He'd been out walking Ozzy, and he'd just missed the call, and was actually almost excited to see that it had been Yeul to leave the message ( Read more... )

Jetpacks. Jetpacks had been pretty much exactly what Evan had needed today, and he hadn't even been aware of that fact until he'd strapped one on and flown around the Danger Shop in class. It made him thankful that he hadn't just sat that one out, today. After the way his break had gone, he'd probably be well within his rights to. But then, what ( Read more... )