|Desmond David Hume. (ourmutualfriend) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2015-08-13 19:56:00
|Entry tags:||~sean rogers|
Who? Desmond & Open
Where? Near the Spire
When? This afternoon
What? Time travel!
Being unwillingly pulled out of time hurt like hell, and Desmond had the horrible feeling, as the familiar flashes began, that he was being shifted on purpose this time around. It was the Spire. It was always that bloody Spire. Was the Man within doing this on purpose? Or the Island itself?
His head hurt too much to make sense of any of it. In 2015, he squinted up at a double-vision image of the Spire, silently cursing it as he felt the heat and metallic taste as the blood gushed from his nose. He needed to call his constant, but his fingers felt numb as he tried to fumble for his phone. "Oh, Lord- please- give me strength, would you, Father? For old times sake," he was mumbling to himself as the sky spun in circles above him.