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It's a short episode today, sorry - I'm wiped, and Molly's too worried to do much. But tomorrow, we will have more! I promise!
December 23
Molly? Why are you still up?
Schrodinger came padding out into the living room. Molly was curled up on the sofa under a throw her aunt had crocheted, looking out at the snow falling softly outside. The only light came from the Christmas tree glowing in the corner.
She didn’t answer him, and he came further into the room. Molly?
“Have you ever been to Caledon?” The question was so quiet that he almost missed it.
No. He jumped up onto the couch and curled up in her lap. I haven’t actually traveled that far, but my sire has. Why?
“That’s where they sent Drew,” she said, stroking him almost absently. “I’ve never been there. Did your sire tell you anything about it?”
It was warm when he went, Schrodinger said, after thinking for a few moments. Very green. He said it smelled alive there.
“Drew said they were having issues there, with the Middenfolk.” Molly looked out at the snow again. “I’ve never been to the Midden, either, but I’ve met Middenfolk. They come in to the teashop once in a great while, with lovely tea. I can’t imagine them being trouble – they seem so gentle.”
It’s probably not everyone, Schrodinger said. It’s never a whole people that makes trouble, after all, just certain parts of the population. I’m sure he’s fine.
“I hope so.” They sat and watched the snow fall for a while. Schrodinger knew she’d received an envelope earlier in the day, but he hadn’t seen her open it. For all he knew, it still sat on the table in the dining room.
“No,” she said, responding to his unasked question. “The CD is already in the player.”
What did he send you?
In response, she lifted the remote to the CD player and pressed a button. As the song filled the room, Schrodinger listened to the words and wondered again at how prescient SA was. Then again, if she was right and it was Drew, of course he’d known.
He’ll be back, Schrodinger said, when the song ended. Just like he promised. And he’ll be fine. No one will hurt a Gate tech.
“I hope so.” And she went back to watching the falling snow.
Poor Molly. As you listen, think not only of Drew, but of all the men and women around the world now in dangerous situations. Hopefully, some day, we will all live in peace.
December 23
Molly? Why are you still up?
Schrodinger came padding out into the living room. Molly was curled up on the sofa under a throw her aunt had crocheted, looking out at the snow falling softly outside. The only light came from the Christmas tree glowing in the corner.
She didn’t answer him, and he came further into the room. Molly?
“Have you ever been to Caledon?” The question was so quiet that he almost missed it.
No. He jumped up onto the couch and curled up in her lap. I haven’t actually traveled that far, but my sire has. Why?
“That’s where they sent Drew,” she said, stroking him almost absently. “I’ve never been there. Did your sire tell you anything about it?”
It was warm when he went, Schrodinger said, after thinking for a few moments. Very green. He said it smelled alive there.
“Drew said they were having issues there, with the Middenfolk.” Molly looked out at the snow again. “I’ve never been to the Midden, either, but I’ve met Middenfolk. They come in to the teashop once in a great while, with lovely tea. I can’t imagine them being trouble – they seem so gentle.”
It’s probably not everyone, Schrodinger said. It’s never a whole people that makes trouble, after all, just certain parts of the population. I’m sure he’s fine.
“I hope so.” They sat and watched the snow fall for a while. Schrodinger knew she’d received an envelope earlier in the day, but he hadn’t seen her open it. For all he knew, it still sat on the table in the dining room.
“No,” she said, responding to his unasked question. “The CD is already in the player.”
What did he send you?
In response, she lifted the remote to the CD player and pressed a button. As the song filled the room, Schrodinger listened to the words and wondered again at how prescient SA was. Then again, if she was right and it was Drew, of course he’d known.
He’ll be back, Schrodinger said, when the song ended. Just like he promised. And he’ll be fine. No one will hurt a Gate tech.
“I hope so.” And she went back to watching the falling snow.
Poor Molly. As you listen, think not only of Drew, but of all the men and women around the world now in dangerous situations. Hopefully, some day, we will all live in peace.
