Sam hasn't thought much about Milliways since the last time.  Truth be told, it's been so long he's been starting to think of it as some kind of pleasant hallucination, a side effect of a square peg beating itself senseless trying to fit into a round hole ( Read more... )

It was apparently time for Clive's semi-monthly, self-imposed Binding time. At least, if the rolling suitcase and the backpack were anything to go by. He dragged both up the stairs and returned not long after, carrying a lunchbox camera case, and a sketchbook, curling himself up in a booth with both, just watching ( Read more... )

He reads Shakespeare in French ( Read more... )

It's fluffy. It's orange. And it might be treading on your feet under a table.

:O!

[OOM: All Sam'd wanted to do was paintFor a split-second he wonders if he went through the wrong door, but he could reach the mural/miscellaneous storage/whatever room in his sleep, he was in there so often. No, it wasn't the wrong door ( Read more... )