Rolling over, Lennox tossed an arm across his eyes, groping blindly with his other hand for the dog that was almost always sleeping beside his bed. When he couldn't find her, he grunted and lifted his head, blinking sleepily into the bright light of the room, wondering how the hell he'd managed to sleep so long. It wasn't like it had been back in ( Read more... )

It didn't happen the way Lennox expected it to.

He woke up that morning, got dressed, let Hal and King out into the snow so they could relieve themselves and play a little if they wanted to. He sat on the front steps, wishing he had a cup of coffee or tea or anything warm to keep his fingers from freezing together. As the dogs jumped through ( Read more... )

It wasn't something Lennox did every day, it wasn't even something he did every week, but now and then he wandered away from the Hamlet and went to see Stephen at his hut. More often than not he ran into his friend on the beach or in the clinic or somewhere in the Compound, but sometimes when he didn't see him for a couple of days, Lennox would go ( Read more... )