Anthony is dreaming.

( Dreams, waking, and what comes after. )

Anthony has been running through the snow for a long time, though some interminable while ago, he knew it had been five hours ( Read more... )

Anthony tries his best to ignore the master sitting next to him, keeping his eyes out the window of the battered old truck. Great Forks, Montana didn’t impress him at first glance; in terms of size and style, it had nothing on San Francisco or L.A. All the same, the sight of a city covered in snow is unique to him, and it’s held his eye. Apparently ( Read more... )