Spinning Compass Network

Dearest Darcy,

I am going to plead ignorance, though to be fair, it is, because there is a lot of time between the twelfth century and the nineteenth, it is. I don't know how long you have to stay in isolation. But I also know, that when my father did, he wasn't completely alone. When I did. I wasn't completely alone.

So, I don't know if you'll read this, I don't know if you have everything shut off... But I think this could be a compromise.

And here's the stupid question: How are you, my friend?

Yours,

Marian.

I'm starting the science classes up again today.

[A photo of the sign beside an archway in the room of doors. The sign says "Destination: Home? Time: Before it stopped. Summertime."]

It only goes to the Island! Fucking hell. And it's not all cold and gross and shit like before we left. It opens into the room of doors on the Island, and then outside is the city.

Oh, the door's at [exact location]. And we've got it for a month.

[I can show you the island I grew up on. I think you will love it.]

Let's take a family trip through the door. I want my babies to see where I grew up, Willow to see where I used to hang out with Dad, and all of us to visit the temple if it's there.

The door might be a trap. Don't go through it.

This island has some really cool digs underwater. Did you guys all know about this?

[Attached are pictures of the underwater kingdom.]

The beach is nice too.

Would anyone mind if I took over a small portion of the park on wheel 3 to make a children's garden? Everyone would be welcome to use it, of course, but it would be aimed toward little ones and their parents. If this bothers anyone, let me know and I'll figure something else out.

[Stevie]
Come to the island with me? I want to bring back some of your mom's flowers. I've already asked Neville to help.

I know many of you have lost loved ones. Be it recently, or over the years of being here, or on the island. Or even in your life away from this place. And my first thought is, we should have a group. To support one another. But some people who need it might not find comfort in meeting in person, that some of you might find it easier to 'talk' across the network.

And so I ask you, those that can and will, share your story here. So that others may find comfort in your story, or you may find comfort in telling it. You can tell as little, or as much as you want. You can even fabricate a story if you like. Or treat your own as if it were someone else. Whatever is easiest for you.

I will share mine, in hopes that others will follow. You can respond to mine, or to others, but try to keep it encouraging words. There's no need to jeer at someone else's pain.