In the few months Pam had been on the island, she'd witnessed other people dealing with disappearances, but had never been the one to discover that someone was gone herself. She'd only been planning to stop by Angela's and say hello, having not seen her in a few days. When she got there, though, it dawned on her almost immediately what had happened ( Read more... )

It had been nice to be invited to a Thanksgiving dinner, as awkward as Pam still sometimes felt around some of the people who'd known her before. The fault wasn't any of theirs; rather, a fact she found unavoidable. With everything else that had been happening lately, it would've been difficult not to be in a good mood, even if they weren't telling ( Read more... )

Pam had, before tonight, never participated in a fake seance before, but she was pretty sure that they weren't supposed to involve real ghosts.Had she been her normal age, it still would have been freaky as hell, but she might've been able to think of some sort of rational response. As it was, though, she -- along with almost everyone else -- had ( Read more... )

There were, undoubtedly, a lot of weird things about the island, but no matter how much she'd been told about, Pam doubted that anything could have prepared her for waking up as a kid again. She'd calmed down about it, mostly, by the time she got to the Compound, but to say that it had been freaky to discover would have been a total understatement ( Read more... )

It was now or never ( Read more... )