i wish i could follow you to the shores of freedom
Out of necessity, Kate was ignoring the date. The date as in of the month, not as in what this was, because it was not, it was the furthest thing from, and that small detail was entirely crucial. She hadn't realized at the time on which day of the month Monday would fall (she very much doubted Sawyer had, too), but the island's transformation made it impossible to ignore. They had, however, made plans, and she knew it would be counterproductive to break them, even in spite of it being Valentine's Day. (For the first time, Kate lamented not having a cellphone here; nothing was ever as easy as sending a text message to cancel or confirm.)
A few minutes late to the rec room, it was almost a relief to find that Sawyer was running behind schedule as well (as much as anyone ever could in a place where schedules were of no use, that was). Grateful to find the room virtually empty - doubtlessly the majority of the island's population was outside enjoying the sugarcoated flora and fauna - Kate busied herself preparing the reel. When that was done and Sawyer still hadn't arrived, she paced into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. With half the glass gulped down and still an empty room to herself, Kate sunk down into the couch cushions and closed her eyes, doing her very best not to make a big deal out this, not to think about anything at all. Predictably, she was none too successful.
A few minutes late to the rec room, it was almost a relief to find that Sawyer was running behind schedule as well (as much as anyone ever could in a place where schedules were of no use, that was). Grateful to find the room virtually empty - doubtlessly the majority of the island's population was outside enjoying the sugarcoated flora and fauna - Kate busied herself preparing the reel. When that was done and Sawyer still hadn't arrived, she paced into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. With half the glass gulped down and still an empty room to herself, Kate sunk down into the couch cushions and closed her eyes, doing her very best not to make a big deal out this, not to think about anything at all. Predictably, she was none too successful.