Dan Torrance (dr_sleep) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-09-16 00:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, abra stone, dan torrance, jack torrance |
Who: Dan and Jack and Abra
Where: Their apartment
What: Dan is himself again
When: Morning, September 15
Open: to Jack and Abra
To say Dan was confused would be vastly over-simplifying things. He stood in the middle of the living room, and stared all round him while Azzie wound his way round Dan's legs. Over there were his dad's writing boards and notes, and there were some of his books piled up by the couch. His jacket hung by the door. It was definitely where he lived, so that wasn't the problem.
The problem was the fact that he had gone to sleep in a tent under a pile of blankets. He hadn't sleep-walked the whole way home, and he had not retained Loki's ability to teleport. So... what the fuck?
"What the fuck?" he muttered, and walked over to the coffee machine as if he was on auto-pilot. When in doubt, make and/or drink coffee. He set about getting a pot of coffee on the go, fed the cat and then looked round the room yet again. There were a few things out of place, he noticed. A massive stack of records tucked into the corner, for one. And a second pile of books. And beside Jack's writing stuff, there were some pictures that were clearly drawn by a kid but were far too advanced for Hródolf.
"Oh. Shit," he said as he realized who the kid had been, and scrubbed at his face and stubble. How much time was he missing this time?