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fandomtownies2010-04-25 10:42 pm
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The Imperial Junke Yard, Sunday
Marcus stood in the gateway for a couple of minutes. He'd come down to take a look, expecting the junkyard to be still underwater. Instead, it looked like it always had: no mud, no damage, no sign of any kind that yesterday it had been at the bottom of a lake.
A quick check revealed the shed was equally untouched: fridge, radio, creatively acquired tools, all where he'd left them, all in perfect working order. Even the ugly plaid couch was the same, though that might have been improved by a good soaking.
Of all the strange things he'd encountered since ending up on this too-small island, this might just be the weirdest.
A quick check revealed the shed was equally untouched: fridge, radio, creatively acquired tools, all where he'd left them, all in perfect working order. Even the ugly plaid couch was the same, though that might have been improved by a good soaking.
Of all the strange things he'd encountered since ending up on this too-small island, this might just be the weirdest.