"Did someone get the number of the truck that hit me?" Wally asked as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He looked around the room. This wasn't his place. Or his van. Or the Watchtower. Or...you got the idea ( Read more... )

The first thing Lex noticed when he woke up was the hair, it was hard not to, given it was long, red, and also hanging into his eyes and obscuring his vision. He tried combing it off his face with his fingers, only to get them caught in a tangle. "...the hell ( Read more... )

Lex the otter blinked back into existence, and continued splashing about happily, without so much as missing a beat ( Read more... )

Lex had only intended on having a quick shower (really, his clothes were clean enough to last another few days) before heading back to the library ( Read more... )

Lex didn't so much get out of bed as fall out in a mess of sheets and red curls. He frowned as he got up, this wasn't his room, even if he did recognise some of his things. He didn't remember Dad or Pamela or Mom saying anything about moving either, and he wasn't supposed to go anywhere without someone knowing where he was ( Read more... )