Mar 15, 2008 16:10
Two days he'd been on the island now, and everything was finally beginning to sink in for Crews.
He really was here, and not just in the "somewhere in the vastness of the universe" way but a very real "you can get a sunburn" sort of way. From what everyone had said there was no way out, there was no hope of leaving except for exactly as he'd arrived: at random and out of nowhere. Crews had spent a lot of time meditating in an effort to recreate the circumstances of his departure, but to no avail.
Most of his time had been spent in and around the Compound, but the place was beginning to get to him. He had a bed in the "crash room" for the time being but would move out and away from the place as soon as he could. The communal living brought back memories, pulling him out of the moment in ways that made him edgy.
He'd gone down to the kitchen and picked up a couple muffins and was heading back to the stairs, past the entryway to the labs and clinic when he heard a familiar voice and froze. No. Slowly he turned and stepped through the doorway, following the voice. Maybe it was just someone who sounded like her, but he had to know.
reese