Mailbox for Tobi.

Avoiding anyone on the island was fairly difficult, Tobi had found before. It wasn't very big, for one thing, and since just about everyone ate in the Compound and showered there and used the toilets, Tobi was pretty sure he saw about eighty percent of the island population on any given day. So, he'd seen Nothing in the past week, they just... ( Read more... )

It'd been a long few weeks for Tobi, but the past several days had felt even longer, each one dragging into the next as Nothing's health seem to deteriorate with every passing hour. Dr. House had told Tobi that whatever treatment they'd tried wasn't working, though he'd used some bigger words than that and Tobi figured that even if he'd spoken ( Read more... )

Tobi hadn't yet resorted to making marks on the wall beside his bed or digging in notches on his bed post to mark the days. Near as he could tell, though, it'd been a few weeks and he was no closer to being back in Germany than when he'd first disappeared from there and arrived... well, wherever he was now. The strange island ( Read more... )