seattle ; sunday ft

It was dark when they finally got home, and, despite the nap, Sam was still tired. There was a tranquility to the house, with everyone ensconced in individual activities. He headed to my room with a wave to James. He needed some quiet time to think.

( And lo, Sam gets a visitor! )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length but nothing else objectionable in this part.]