Darker London

The old walnut grandfather clock in the hallway wouldn't keep proper time.

Nia had changed the batteries in it three times, the last time even buying a brand new pack to make sure that wasn't it. But it wasn't. The batteries worked fine in the alarm clock beside her bed.

( Empty momentum )

Cai sat near the back of his history class, paying cursory attention to the lecture while his mind was really poking and prodding at the vision of the funeral. Danny was going to come to church with him this weekend, and he was planning to tell Danny about the vision afterwards. It didn’t seem right, leaving him out of it.

He better talk to Zoe about it first, though. As a heads up, and to see if she’d told Rachel yet. He didn’t think she had.

( ... )

When they were both alive, Jo had always thought diaries were stupid and that Nia's insistence on keeping on was stupid.

I said diaries were stupid, Jo said, throwing the orange kush ball at her sister, not that you were stupid. You always take everything so personal.

Nia didn't take everything so personal. Jo took things personal.

( There was a gap in Nia's diary after January 4th 2010 )