Don't ask how Natalie ended up on the bathroom floor. She wasn't even entirely sure herself. Something about an identity complex and an inopportunely timed (if more than welcome) transformation back to normal, probably. The fact remained that that was where she woke up, with dried blood over her top lip and Moxy licking her face.

She woke up. Her ( Read more... )

At least the island had been behaving itself this week. It was more than could be said for the way Natalie's subconscious was dealing with letting out the stress and other after effects of the previous couple of weeks, dishing out nightmares that led to fitful sleep more often than not. Pretty much every night this week, she'd found herself waking ( Read more... )