When he comes scratching at your door- better run, better run, what you waitin for?

[andthewolf]

They are very friendly here, aren't they? I just had a long and amiable chat with a particularly outgoing young nurse. She even offered to show me the best places in town to get a bite to eat. Then they offered me this handy phone. I suppose you need a pleasant welcoming committee when you drop a bombshell like that one on a person.

Fictional, hmm.

I've been called many things in my day, but that was never one of them until now.

Comments

Private - Lydia

[andthewolf]

Lydia, Lydia. I would love to let you return to your busy day of pretending to be an unobservant member of the female alpha hierarchy of high school, but something tells me you are not holding that position quite as firmly as you once were.

And I'm afraid you know things I need to know.

Private - Peter

[duckface]

You're wrong.

Private - Lydia

[andthewolf]

So more than half of your classmates don't believe you are turning into an island nutcase, and my nephew hasn't been accusing you of raising the dead?

[Peter doesn't believe you, Lydia. He'll just be over here, tapping a clawed finger rhythmically against the side of his face and pressing at the bridge between them.]

Private - Peter

[duckface]

Nobody believes him. Lots of people come back from the dead here, this island doesn't exactly operate on normal.