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Two weeks.
Almost two weeks, twelve days exactly, and if there was a distinguishable landmark on this island, easily accessible or not, John Locke knew about it. Two weeks and the man had done nothing but walk, tracing paths up and down the beaches and through dense jungle, but he wasn't tracking.
He was learning.
Two weeks and no Jack Shepherd. No Naomi. The work to be done seemed to have dried up entirely, and John felt spun like a top, dropped down with the blinders on with no direction at all. But that couldn't be right. It couldn't be, he had work to do, he just hadn't found it yet. It was there, he just had to know where to look.
It was time to talk to the island.
In a clearing not far from the pastures, John dumped an armload of blankets atop a growing pile, the spidery wooden framework of a low hut already taking shape nearby. It was calm and quiet sort of morning, and John rested his hands on his hips and drew in a deep breath, head tilted toward the sky and a smile on his face. Things would go right today, he could feel it.
[Open to all. Come and help, or watch, he'll have no problem explaining to your pup what he's up to. ST/LT welcome. This is hell week for me, but I wanted to get this out there, the man was getting antsy.]
Almost two weeks, twelve days exactly, and if there was a distinguishable landmark on this island, easily accessible or not, John Locke knew about it. Two weeks and the man had done nothing but walk, tracing paths up and down the beaches and through dense jungle, but he wasn't tracking.
He was learning.
Two weeks and no Jack Shepherd. No Naomi. The work to be done seemed to have dried up entirely, and John felt spun like a top, dropped down with the blinders on with no direction at all. But that couldn't be right. It couldn't be, he had work to do, he just hadn't found it yet. It was there, he just had to know where to look.
It was time to talk to the island.
In a clearing not far from the pastures, John dumped an armload of blankets atop a growing pile, the spidery wooden framework of a low hut already taking shape nearby. It was calm and quiet sort of morning, and John rested his hands on his hips and drew in a deep breath, head tilted toward the sky and a smile on his face. Things would go right today, he could feel it.
[Open to all. Come and help, or watch, he'll have no problem explaining to your pup what he's up to. ST/LT welcome. This is hell week for me, but I wanted to get this out there, the man was getting antsy.]