Florence had lost track of the days since she'd woken up in this strange city. She was still no closer to answers then when she had first started looking, but she had a routine of sorts. It wasn't terribly exciting, but it was significantly better than sitting around feeling sorry for herself ( Read more... )

( How many women, articulate women, with something to shout about... )

Florence had only been on this strange island called Tabula Rasa for a few weeks, but it seemed like months. The days all blurred together, one after another, and for the first time in years, she had more leisure time than she knew what to do with ( Read more... )

Florence is slowly but surely coming to terms with this strange new place she finds herself in. There are worse places to be trapped in, after all, and at least there are some elements of home to be found ( Read more... )

FLORENCE: Well, we can't complain that you're being ignored by the press ( Read more... )