It had been an agitating Monday, so Static took a walk to clear her head.
The date was perfect until they walked through the revolving door.
Contrary to her reasonable nature, Stranger had kept count of the months since she had gone to find the island in the mist.
Sender was returning home and decided to take the short cut.
She had just returned Herb Gardens for Beginners to Mrs. Potters, the elderly garden enthusiast who lived a block and a street away.
Stranger left for the dock early in the morning. It was the time when the mist was the thickest, when the island would show… if it were there.
She went into the woods looking for the deer. In particular, a doe with a white fleck on its brow in the shape of a star.
Wish took a brisk walk to clear her head. The chill air cut at her breath, and she sat down on a park bench to rest.