Dated late April, 2009:
After Joe's item turns up, Webster takes it upon himself to demand that Winters get somehow involved.

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Dated May 8th, 2009:
After Webster's item and the fight at therapy, Sweets pays a personal visit to the Homestead to try and coax him out with baked goods. Instead of progress, Liebgott happens.

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I admit that I am powerless over my addiction.
I acknowledge that I must turn outside myself for help.
I turn to my fellow men and women, particularly those who struggle with the same problem.
We have made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
We admit to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.The chalk ( Read more... )

The boy on the beach looked a lot like Logan Echolls. He had his light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had a tan from the sun and a toned body from the waves... He was tall and slouched forward just like Logan often did. Yet somehow he just wasn't the same man ( Read more... )

It’s a Friday night, it’s pushing midnight, and Scotty’s feet feel like he’s been doing high kicks in stilettos on a cobblestone street for the past five hours. He smells like veal sautéed in a light bordelaise sauce, and he’s pretty sure he’s nearly given his nails an all-natural and organic manicure from the hour he spent deboning chicken. As he ( Read more... )

It was still hard to keep track of time, though Logan couldn't be sure if that was because he kept falling asleep or if it was thanks to the fact that he couldn't quite focus on much of anything. He was awake now though, and aware enough to know he was still in the clinic. That he was still weak, and he still had a needle in his arm. He was aware ( Read more... )

Dated April 29th, 2009:
Webster is horrified to discover Joe is being kind, caring, and thoughtful to him.

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Dated mid-April 2009:
Webster returns for another therapy session that veers towards his interest in sharks.

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Dated April 26th, 2009:
After Webster discovers his fate, he confronts Sweets as to ( Read more... )

When all was said and done, it looked like something out of a storybook ( Read more... )

The air outside was thick and hot, but the first lungful Kara sucked down upon bursting out the Compound door felt amazing. She'd never left an AA meeting as soon as the testimonials were done, not even the time she'd refused to speak, but today Kara was wound so tight she'd have punched Theresa as soon as spill her guts to her ( Read more... )

In the late afternoon, he had noticed, the flow of traffic in the rec room slowed down a little. He had no patients, no classes, and no games. He'd finally beaten all the ones he'd gotten along with the DS in January. He'd been looking at the shelf, but all it was giving him was sheet music. Books and portfolios and loose sheets. It had been ages ( Read more... )

It was always a good day when the democratic process had been carried out without a hitch, and this day was no exception. The results of the latest Island Council election were in and it was time to celebrate, not only the results but the process itself. And given the number of hardships they endured on the island, a celebration was something that ( Read more... )