Harold sat on the floor in the pub, licking an ice cream cone that Samthebarkeep had given him and petting Snowball occasionally. He's gotten over his crayon and Snowball being borrowed - mostly.
He still doesn't speak much, if at all; something that seems to have Sam and Lavinia worried. But he seems happy enough, with his ice cream and Snowball.

Piper's sleeeeping. Or she was the last time Jor-El checked on her. But seeing that Jor-El is busy doing..something or another, and it has been more than..well five seconds (AN ETERNITY TO A TODDLER) then Harold has decided that he should check up on Piper himself ( Read more... )

Harold and Snowball are sitting by a deserted beach somewhere. They've been there for some time - longer than no time, shorter than a long time. They've liked it there ( Read more... )

There is the sound of randomly pressed buttons and squeeing.

"Pweety noise!"

Click. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Harold, Piper, Sam(antha Carter), Cassie ( Read more... )

Outside room ten there are two figures.
One's a tall black headed one, and there's the shorter three year old, who for once, is not hiding. Of course, the important thing is the being there.
Hopefully this talk will go better than the other ones.

Snow, taking a last look at Harold, knocks on the door.

Harold wakes up slowly, smiles and pets Snowball, who takes the opportunity to lick his face.
He giggles.

Okay so it's not the most EXCITING moment in the HoA.

It was a normal night.
Snowball was asleep, Harold was asleep. Everyone else was asleep.

It was quiet.

But then all of a sudden, Harold wasn't asleep. He wasn't even in his bed. And Snowball wasn't there. It reminded him of the Dark Cold Place, except..it was warm. But definatly dark. Very dark.

And then it wasn't.

And there was Someone there ( Read more... )

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