(advent) December 4 – The point where you guys will either love this – or hate it.

Today’s entry is a worrying one for me.  Why?  Because I’m changing the story.  Well, not the story, per se.  But the feel of the story.  And I worry that you guys, the ones who adored the first one, won’t like it.

Note that doesn’t mean that I haven’t written it.  I have.  And I’m going to continue this theme, at least for this Advent story.

But I worry, you know.  I worry that I’ve changed too much.  That I’ve changed the tone too much.

I hope you still like it.

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The world was dark. And painful. Drew swam up through the inky blackness, feeling every muscle and tendon in his body begin to protest as he came back to the world a piece at a time. The darkness resolved itself into his eyelids at last, and he steeled himself for more pain when he opened his eyes.

At least whoever had kidnapped him had had the decency to give him a room with an actual bed. And he wasn’t tied up – in fact, he was snuggled under a massive down comforter in a bed that could have easily fit him, Molly, Schrodinger and about four of their closest friends. It was soft and warm, and Drew had to fight the temptation to just sink back into unconsciousness. The only thing that kept him from doing that was the need to find out what had happened.

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