I slipped through the crowds of people shouting "Happy New Year", pushed open the rec room door and stepped into the Compound corridor. Already here, the noises of the party sounded muffled and unreal. Like an echo ( Read more... )

A week ago, I was complaining how Sundays were the worst. Then we were attacked by squids, and that just a couple of weeks after the Island had scared me silly by presenting me with a Doctor out to take over the Island. Things were just... confused. As nice as my conversation with Mother had been, things were still awkward. Things were awkward ( Read more... )

As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I wondered why my stomach was in knots. We'd planned this a week ago. We'd decided we'd do this back on Guy Fawkes Day when we made the deal to teach each other the languages we knew. So, here I was, having showered and now dressed in one of the Compound washrooms, as I prepared to go meet Sean Cassidy ( Read more... )