Today had been designated as Christmas decoration day ( Read more... )

Apparently, they were going to have Thanksgiving at Sam's house. Haley had suggested the idea because of the space and with Sam's large array of interesting friends, it would just be safer and more comfortable. Sam hadn't really argued that much. The house was still clinging to some of the uneasiness that it had come with when it had been in ( Read more... )

It was Sam's birthday today ( Read more... )

Sam didn't tend to have a lot of nightmares anymore but when he did, they were awful. This one had been full of blood, zombies, Brid, Ramon, Frank, his mother, Haley, everyone. The last thing he remembered was seeing his face in a darkened mirror, splattered with blood and grinning in a feral fashion ( Read more... )

Last weekend had been strange. Once he'd come back to himself and his memories, Sam had gotten off the island quick. The aftermath always tended to be the worst for him so he made sure that wouldn't happen by just getting off the island without seeing anyone or anything ( Read more... )

Sam was used to water. He lived in freaking Seattle so rain was more likely than sunshine on any given day. But, that didn't mean it should rain inside. Sam's roofs were sound (James made sure to have them checked) and leaks were not a thing that happened in Douglas Montgomery's old estate ( Read more... )

Sam was busy getting his class together for tomorrow. He'd brought almost all his friends in at some point or another and was actually coming up short on what he thought people might enjoy ( Read more... )

Today's office hours were being spent on the telephone. Specifically, on the telephone to Brid back home. They'd gotten a little better at talking with each other since everything with her dad and Douglas but it there was still a distance that Sam hated. So, he was doing some reaching out and asking if she wanted to visit tomorrow, help him out ( Read more... )

Sam was preparing for class tomorrow by sending Ramon text messages to tell him to clean up the half pipe in the backyard. He didn't think his class was really going to mind a battered half pipe but still. The rest of his house was going to be insane so might as well have one normal thing ( Read more... )

Sam was never more grateful to be off in Seattle then when weird things happened over the weekend on the island. He'd only listened to last night's broadcast but all he could do was shake his head and chuckle a bit. The island never changed, it seemed. It was kind of endearing ( Read more... )