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[Halloween pre-play]
Waking up younger wasn't so bad for Sam. At least this seemed to be his own body, and he wasn't in Paige's again, something he thought both he and Paige should be grateful again. Of course, there had been an initial urge of panic, but really, he'd borne it fairly well, especially once he'd realised he wasn't alone in this. He wouldn't want to ( Read more... ) -
[for Donna]
Swearing to himself that he'd never complain about boredom again, Sam managed to find his way into the compound. His goal was the clinic, and then maybe the IPD office. After all, he'd just gotten attacked by some gang-type out on the playground, for things he hadn't even done. Alright, so they'd talked it out, but still, there was a principle ( Read more... ) -
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Sam had a hut. It seemed to Sam a very strange thing to be happy about. Compared to his place in Georgetown, this was a few rungs down the home-owning ladder, definitely. Island standards taken into consideration and it wasn't half bad. He even had some furniture, mostly because the woman in charge of the building crew had taken pity on him and ( Read more... ) -
[for Josh]
A day in this place and he hadn't found Josh yet. Sam had found the other man's dorm, but there'd been no sight of him. Still, he'd hung around the compound, knowing the other guy would show up eventually. After all, it was an island. It wasn't like Josh would be out and about exploring the jungle or anything. Sam couldn't picture that any ( Read more... )