Will had checked himself out of the clinic. Really, he felt a lot better; he felt clearer, cleaner. His color was better, he'd been told, which didn't much matter to him. But he'd gone back to his room and showered, putting on clean clothes which had been waiting for him (the village? His roommate? He didn't know). Then he was back outside, looking ( Read more... )

Matt was gone. Lisbeth had figured that fact out pretty quickly since she checked the directory every morning to make note of the people that came and left to determine any patterns that might help her understand this place ( Read more... )

Lisbeth had preferred the weekend of the fog and murderous creatures over the previous weekend and Valentine's Day. She might have also avoided Matt during it as well. She didn't want him to get any ideas and try to get her a Valentine's gift like chocolate or flowers ( Read more... )

Sonya'd been slowly getting back in shape. Exhaustion and stiffness having taken its toll on her even after over a month of having given birth. She was told this would be the case-it took her months to gain the weight, she shouldn't her body to bounce back that quickly.

Sunday mornings were usually spent with the family, it was the one time of the ( Read more... )

Even Knights Errant needed rest. And on Sunday, one Don Quixote de la Mancha, Knight of the Sorry Face, rested.  Make no mistake: the dragon would still meet his demise, the magic tulips found - the village needn't worry ( Read more... )

It hits her when she's standing in front of the ice cream freezer at the grocery store. The last night they'd spend at the house as a family after the power went out. Charlie eating bowl after bowl of ice cream, and Rachel allowing it while she stood next to her husband.

I want you to really remember how it tastesAnd here it is in front of her; ( Read more... )

Lisbeth didn't mind the cold, although she did prefer the warm beaches of the Carribean. Still, growing up in Stockholm had more than prepared her for the cold. At least it didn't seem to get dark quite as early here in the village as it did in Sweden during the winter. The winter months and lack of sunlight in Stockholm led to a lot of depression ( Read more... )

The lack of internet had left Charlie... Bored. A boredom which had turned to wandering. Which had eventually turned into something of a schedule. The beach, the diner, occasionally a club. She didn't know what drew her to the library that day, but confusion didn't stop her from losing herself among the books ( Read more... )

Lisbeth loved boxing, she liked how it made her feel. And she especially liked how she could down men three times her size. It wasn't that she was particularly strong in comparison. In fact if a man could hit her, she didn't stand much of a chance, being about ninety pounds soaking wet. But she was quick, so that made her a force to be reckoned ( Read more... )

Lisbeth was mostly healed now. The stitches were out now, and her limp barely noticeable as she walked down the sidewalk. She'd have to find a job soon, she knew from what others had said, but she was in no hurry to find one. She'd do something that interested her and wouldn't be cowed by some 'sentient' village's wishes any more than she would ( Read more... )