Dolf had no one he could contact anyway; instead he had spent his days hovering around, poking at books and hoping desperately that this would turn into a situation he could handle. But-- it didn't. And he couldn't ( Read more... )

Dolf had come back fairly late yesterday, at least compared to most of the people who'd gone to Triela's funeral. He had come back, and he had slept, and then he'd woken up, as most people did. The grief was still there in the morning, but it had muted now that the whole thing was wrapped up.

Well, almost wrapped up.

There was still Triela's ( Read more... )

After everything that had happened with Triela, Dolf had wanted to call Cally pretty badly. But by the time things settled and his shock had worn off enough for him to make that call, it had been very late, and he hadn't wanted to wake her. So he'd stumbled back to his room and collapsed on his bed, trying to make no noise so Shira wouldn't have ( Read more... )

It had taken Dolf a little time to figure out about the internet connection on his phone -- that was new. But it was useful, too, and he tackled it with a little hope for at least fifteen minutes. Which is how long it took for him to go from being elated (the Dutch phone book! He could access it from his phone!) to disappointed (there were no more ( Read more... )

It had taken Dolf an embarrassing amount of time to figure out how to set up his new phone - two days, to be exact. But between the TV, the phone, everything else on the island, and the dictionary, he felt he was making good headway, old patterns returning like they'd never been gone ( Read more... )

Dolf awoke sluggishly to the sensation of something soft and warm. Sunlight was streaming in from somewhere, but he didn't feel any wind or moisture, and the room was mostly silent. No children playing, running, or even snoring. No cries of surprise at another chilled, dying body, no arguments over food ( Read more... )

After meeting his big sibling and Tara, Dolf had wandered around the picnic for a while. He still felt as if in a daze, words sometimes rushing by too fast for him to identify them. His legs felt heavy, and so did his head, and by the time he remembered about the room number he'd seen on the list, the world seemed to be spinning just a little bit ( Read more... )