The month has given Laurence Dominic a lot to think on. It's all bitter news - news he doesn't really want to think on. It has a lot to do with why he's sitting at the kitchen counter up in the Compound, eyes not really focusing on anything in particular. (He has, at least, abandoned his copy of Huckleberry Finn.) There's half of some sort of ( Read more... )

The Hub isn't somewhere Laurence Dominic hangs out often, mostly because he was never much of a heavy drinker (drink makes smart men do stupid things), and also because he knows that Adelle DeWitt does. Still, the early evening finds him sitting at the bar, hunched over the counter, head cradled in his hands. Unsurprisingly, the fact that they've ( Read more... )

It had been a little over two weeks since Laurence had arrived on the island. In those two weeks, he had largely been restricted to the clinic, with the occasional jaunt out to the kitchen or rec room if he felt competent enough, and if the doctor on call at the moment deemed it a wise idea. (More often than not, he stayed in the clinic.) He couldn ( Read more... )