Spinning Compass Network

You won't see much of us over the next few days. And whatever you'll believe the reason to be, trust me- it's most assuredly not that.

However, questions about the explosion that occurred in our apartments will not be answered.

Q, please come over. Sherlock and Watson, if you'll go to the beach, there's a wedding present for you. Pack lightly and follow the trail of lights. Have fun. [...]

I never guessed this is what it'd look like.

Or that there'd be cell phones...

Who knew Brits were so calming.

I hope I am not bothering anyone by posting this, but I am concerned over things that have happened tonight and thought I would ask. I know I am from a very different time than the rest of you, but it appears that I am not quite sure how things work here.

Is it considered wrong now to offer hospitality?

In my day, it was a great wrong to be inhospitable to someone who was in your land, or in your kingdom. Wars were caused - and averted - by such things. And yet, when I offered hospitality to a troubled man tonight I was insulted grievously. Have I done wrong? I hope I do not now live in a world where it is considered improper to be hospitable and kind to a fellow traveler.

I'm at a loss as far as what to say. I feel numb to the point that I actually can't feel my fingers as I type this, and I can barely see the screen as I do. I've moved to the hallway to sit across from my bedroom so I don't wake my son, or Daryl with the sound of my typing or the light from the computer, I can't bare to shut the door though. I should be in bed with them. Holding them as tight as I can... But there's something that has to be told, that may be heartbreaking to more than just me.

A few days ago, my best friend lost the love of his life, and the island lost one of the most beautiful people I've ever had the honor to meet. In a horrible twist of fate, our beloved Annie was turned human, only to meet her end by one of the same wasps we had on the train. Or a Tracker Jacker for those of you who weren't on the train. Not that that's important, what it was.

I sat with him, hoping, praying that it was some horrible shift of powers that would fade away, and she'd wake up, and in that bouncy way she had about her say 'Why the long faces?'. And he'd be able to get up and hug her in the way only Mitchell is capable of hugging someone.

But I know this place. I know that isn't how fate works. And so now I'll try to take the burden off of his shoulders just a bit, and ask for anyone who can help make arrangements. Anyone that's good with woodwork, I ask a horrible task of you to make the most lovely casket you can. Anyone that do stone carving or shaping or whatever it's called, I'll ask you to carve a headstone for Annie.

Applejack, or anyone else that's good with flowers, I'm going to ask you for your prettiest, and then maybe some seeds that we can plant... If anyone can think of anything else. I'd be grateful, and I know Mitchell would too eventually.

For the rest of you? Hold the people you love tight, tell them you love them. Because this is a testament that no one is safe, and you might not have that tomorrow to procrastinate to, you might not have that minute you delayed, you might not have that 'just one second'.

Anna Clare Sawyer
Wherever your path has taken you, I hope to follow it.
Wherever that path may end, I hope mine may end there too.
I hope to find your smiling face there, among those that I've loved.
I hope you've found peace, and happiness in what awaits.
But know you will be sorely missed,
and will be loved until I feel life's last kiss.
Until we meet again, my friend,
may you find heaven's bliss.

Now that I've cried to the point that I can't cry anymore, I'm going to go back to bed. I'm going to hold the man I love, and cradle the son that was born out of that love.

Carl I'm sorry if my sniffles and sobs woke you up, I tried to keep as quiet as I could.

I'll answer any questions you have tomorrow. Just leave them here. Please don't say anything to Mitchell yet, because I'm not going to begrudge him of any shred of hope he may have left.

To anyone I may have offended last night I apologize. Occasionally I don't stop and think before I open my mouth/type on the keyboard and that's been happening to me more often lately, I was out of line.

To Whom It May Concern/Whoever happens to be in charge of this place.


Please stop sending in gorgeous men that I can't have.


Sincerely,

Isabel.

Has anyone investigated the tower at the center of the city?

What would you do if all your exes showed up on the island all at once?

What...

where...

Annie?