[Tic emerges from the pleasant little house he figures is now his home, squinting pleasantly up at the bright sun. It is almost 3 o'clock, and he has set out to collect the children from school. He does not know where the school is, but he has no doubt he will find it. Eventually. He has also never seen these supposed children of his, but he will ( Read more... )

[Tic awakes slowing, disturbed by a slight movement he has yet to identify. He lays for a few moments in an unfamiliar bed, staring up at the pastel ceiling and thinking hard]

Something is wrong, i think. Something is very wrong. Something feels....missing. Something not there. Something important.

[Tic's right hand clenches and unclenches ( Read more... )