(Untitled)

[moraldyslexic]

It wasn't something Lennox did every day, it wasn't even something he did every week, but now and then he wandered away from the Hamlet and went to see Stephen at his hut. More often than not he ran into his friend on the beach or in the clinic or somewhere in the Compound, but sometimes when he didn't see him for a couple of days, Lennox would go

Comments

[out_of_realm]

"Lennox," Hobbes said as he drew closer. He'd crossed the common at a distance, Dexter close at his heels, and looked over. And seen Jim. It didn't take much knowing to see there was something wrong.

Here, on this island, there were only so many things...

"Hey." He dropped down, Dexter going to snuff the genet curiously. "Hey. What's going on?"

[moraldyslexic]

Lucy tensed at the sudden sight of a new dog and she scrambled off Lennox's lap, scratching his thighs as she climbed the arm of the bench and ran along the back until she was behind Lennox's shoulder.

"Ow," he said dully, although it didn't hurt that much, then reached down to scratch Dexter's ears as Hal sniffed him happily in greeting. "Hey, Tom. It's, uh... bad day, you know?"

[out_of_realm]

"Yeah?" Tom asked, curling his fingers around Dexter's collar and tugged him away. Dexter's stubby tail wriggled madly.

"What happened"

[moraldyslexic]

"It's okay, she just scares easy," Lennox promised, smiling down at Dexter fondly as Hal nosed his ears, looking pleased to see another dog. Someone who wasn't sitting alone with two animals and sulking, anyway.

"Did you know Stephen Maturin? He worked in the clinic," he said, frowning a bit. "I went by his hut today and he's gone. Disappeared."