Solitudes
Things never seemed to come one at a time.
Crazed madman killing people. Naturally that couldn't be the end. That couldn't be the price of Sam. No. It had to take away one of the few pople who'd actually built a life on the island. It had to take one of the only people left that he cared about.
It had to take Reese.
Running did nothing to take his mind off of it. The beach had been a bust on more than one level. It was best to avoid the Compound, if his urge to throw the projector at the jukebox had been any indication. There was only so long he could sit around in New Atlantis before people started asking questions he as in little mood to answer.
There weren't very many other places to go.
Which was probably why he ended up at the waterfall. Usually, it was for answers, rather than...serenity or clarity, that he found himself there--it really wasn't his idea of 'relaxation'. But it was empty, loud enough to drown out excessive thoughts, and unlike everywhere else he could think to go, there were no ghosts lurking around the rocks, reminding him of everything the island took, and everyone it still could.
Cam sighed, settling down on one of the rocks, and gazing up at the top of the wall of water. At least it might give his thoughts reprieve enough to ease the headache they caused.
Crazed madman killing people. Naturally that couldn't be the end. That couldn't be the price of Sam. No. It had to take away one of the few pople who'd actually built a life on the island. It had to take one of the only people left that he cared about.
It had to take Reese.
Running did nothing to take his mind off of it. The beach had been a bust on more than one level. It was best to avoid the Compound, if his urge to throw the projector at the jukebox had been any indication. There was only so long he could sit around in New Atlantis before people started asking questions he as in little mood to answer.
There weren't very many other places to go.
Which was probably why he ended up at the waterfall. Usually, it was for answers, rather than...serenity or clarity, that he found himself there--it really wasn't his idea of 'relaxation'. But it was empty, loud enough to drown out excessive thoughts, and unlike everywhere else he could think to go, there were no ghosts lurking around the rocks, reminding him of everything the island took, and everyone it still could.
Cam sighed, settling down on one of the rocks, and gazing up at the top of the wall of water. At least it might give his thoughts reprieve enough to ease the headache they caused.