and then
Hatchin was on her way for quite possibly the seven hundredth time to her therapy session on the as yet nameless island that had her trapped for all of eternity. She passed the green sidewalks and walked the packed dirt that lead to the white building. When she stepped inside however, she was face to face with a diner. Glancing around she was sure she had never seen this before. No this was definately new.
But having been stuck on an island that would not let her age or die, stepping into a place that was previously not there didn't necessarily shock her. It in fact threw a speed bump into her day.
"This is new," she muttered. She took a seat at a nearby table and looked around. She opened her notebook and began to write. She had been used to that. But now she had a new story to tell.