Eloise slowly shuts her front door and proceeds to take a seat on her rocking chair. Curled up on the chair, she watching the lovely night sky while she sips a late night cup of tea. She dwells on past Christmases and the Christmas she gave Daniel his first piano comes to mind. She smiles to herself, remembering how thrilled her young son was.

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I've officially been assigned a job in physics research. I haven't had a working project since the Lamp Post in Los Angeles where I was mapping out the whereabouts and future whereabouts of the island. Its thrilling to be up and back on my feet again.
The first time I inhabited the island I was more interested in trotting around the jungle with my ( Read more... )

Its so strange being back on the island. It brings up so many memories. I remember being the leader of my people as if it were yesterday. I also remember shooting my son, well, not knowing he was my son at the time, but nonetheless I remember that. Apparently he's alive and well; I saw him walking around the perimeter earlier. Maybe I can finally ( Read more... )