The Park, Saturday Morning

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It wouldn't be long before Ender's time on the island was over again. He'd gotten assurances from Portalocity just last night that matters were almost resolved. Communications were flowing more smoothly now, and he'd even received a handful of emails from back home.

Time there had almost stood still, at least to his perception-- ticking away a minute for every week. He was grateful for that, even if things were speeding up now that they were nearly back in alignment.

This was going to be his last weekend in Fandom as something approaching a resident. So he took the time to take a walk that morning, strolling quietly through the park until he made it to the duck pond. He fed the ducks some rice, watching them move around and argue and generally behave as living creatures did.

Then he settled down on a bench, his back resting uncomfortably against the wood. Didn't matter. He was taking a moment.

[[ open! probably his last or second to last open post in fandom, so... ]]