"Welcome to San Clemente," Jake says after he's led Natalie through Milliways' front door. To be specific, he's led her to an open plaza in the middle of a train station. It's late afternoon, and this part of the urban-centre is awash with colour - pale orange from the sun lighting up the ever-present clouds, all the colours of the rainbow on ( Read more... )

His dad picks him up at the train station. One person, as in singular, as in there should be three people and there is only one. Your mum couldn't get out of work, Tommy couldn't get out of school, he'll say, and it'll all be true enough. Whatever. It still hurts, still a twist of gee, thanks guys that lances through him, as bright and true as all ( Read more... )

“You know,” Rooney says, “I couldn't do this.”

“Do what?” Sully looks over, squinting against the unaccustomed sun.

“Be posted on a boat.”

It's their second day on the USS Torchwood. No twisted jungle of buildings, no mines, no RPGs, no scanning for snipers or just dumb fucks with a rifle and ammo. No one is trying to kill them. It's great ( Read more... )