Room 231, Friday Night
Edmund hadn't had the best of weeks. First came the chase through the Preserve, although what he was chasing was really anyone's guess. It had taken a few nights of nightmares reliving the experience for him to clue in that distancing himself from people and hiding away wasn't what Aslan sent him here for, and to be stubborn about it wouldn't get him home any sooner.
And the gremlin bite where he thought he was someone named Bosley? That was the last straw. Edmund was in control of his actions, no one else. He had to make his time here count, and there he knew who to take the first step towards being more social with.
He knocked on Molly's door and waited patiently.
And the gremlin bite where he thought he was someone named Bosley? That was the last straw. Edmund was in control of his actions, no one else. He had to make his time here count, and there he knew who to take the first step towards being more social with.
He knocked on Molly's door and waited patiently.