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There was something satisfying in the change of the weather, Sarah found, as if it were some kind of proof she was right about this place. With the exception of Halloween, it had been quiet of late, at least for her, and she'd been so sure a change was coming; things never stayed that peaceful for long, not on the island or off it. As potential changes went, this one was preferable, if only because it was non-threatening. Though Sarah missed her career, she saw no reason to actively seek out danger, not when her job was, now as ever, to keep Chuck safe. Whatever else she thought of this island, at least it generally made that much simple.
Waking up to everything changed had barely fazed her. Though she hadn't precisely expected it, it seemed to be one of the island's standard tricks and she remained prepared after having been through it twice before, so when she ventured out that day to head up to the Compound, it was in clothing better suited to the cold. It wasn't yet all that cold, not at least to her, and as she walked along northward, she actually found it rather pleasant. If nothing else, it was a change, and she'd been craving change, something to keep her from feeling so settled.
There were days that peace was a blessing, an opportunity to pretend for a little while that everything was true and simple and she was only what she appeared to be and she had a chance at the ordinary happiness she saw in so many of her friends -- an opportunity, too, to pretend she wasn't constantly lying to them. Necessary though she knew it to be, the longer she was here, the less likely it felt a threat would in time appear and the worse she felt about all the deception. Other days, though, she was just restless, longing for the freedom of movement and the constant challenge her old life had afforded her. It was easy to begin to feel penned in here. At least this was a change of pace.
So, too, was the appearance of the Compound. Stopping in front of it, Sarah looked up and up at its sparkling exterior and the giant glittering ball hanging overhead, the candy-colored turrets and dusting of snow, and she laughed. Sometimes whatever ran this place had a seriously twisted sense of humor, but at least it looked less like a state penitentiary.
Waking up to everything changed had barely fazed her. Though she hadn't precisely expected it, it seemed to be one of the island's standard tricks and she remained prepared after having been through it twice before, so when she ventured out that day to head up to the Compound, it was in clothing better suited to the cold. It wasn't yet all that cold, not at least to her, and as she walked along northward, she actually found it rather pleasant. If nothing else, it was a change, and she'd been craving change, something to keep her from feeling so settled.
There were days that peace was a blessing, an opportunity to pretend for a little while that everything was true and simple and she was only what she appeared to be and she had a chance at the ordinary happiness she saw in so many of her friends -- an opportunity, too, to pretend she wasn't constantly lying to them. Necessary though she knew it to be, the longer she was here, the less likely it felt a threat would in time appear and the worse she felt about all the deception. Other days, though, she was just restless, longing for the freedom of movement and the constant challenge her old life had afforded her. It was easy to begin to feel penned in here. At least this was a change of pace.
So, too, was the appearance of the Compound. Stopping in front of it, Sarah looked up and up at its sparkling exterior and the giant glittering ball hanging overhead, the candy-colored turrets and dusting of snow, and she laughed. Sometimes whatever ran this place had a seriously twisted sense of humor, but at least it looked less like a state penitentiary.