October 28-29, present
Glenn slept very little that night, and it wasn't because his usual bed at the Inn had been replaced by some quilts and blankets and a pillow on the cramped floor of the Stitch in Time's workroom. It was because he was still wound up from the attack at the inn. Another attack. He'd been there when a zombie had crashed through the back door, when those two dog-people had torn each others' throats out, when that mage had struck down that man with lightning, and now ? whatever had happened last night. All he'd heard was the bloodcurdling scream, like someone was being mortally wounded, and that was all it took for Glenn to gather his things and run as far away from the inn as he could. The evening eventually turned around for Glenn, as he and a couple of friends (and a new person he met that night) drank tea, ate cookies, and played ?Truth or Dare? into the wee hours of the morning. But when it came time to leave, he had nowhere to go except the last place in the world that he wanted to be at that moment. Erin and Jake were walking home on their own (although Jake had offered to let him sleep at his ranch), and he certainly couldn't sleep at Lydia's apartment. If the stories he'd been told about Grem were correct, Glenn wouldn't make it through the night. Fortunately, Lydia had offered him a place at the Stitch, which he gratefully accepted. The whole thing felt a little awkward to him, but the thought of going back to the inn made his stomach turn.
As Glenn laid on the floor, covered by warm blankets and resting his head on an oversized pillow, his mind raced. The usual thoughts flitted through his brain, of course, but the dominant one was this: I need to find a new place to live. I can't go back there again. There's too much violence, too many evil people. Too many pirates, and he shivered at that thought. By the time he fell asleep, the sun was starting to turn the sky from black to dark blue as it began its slow climb upwards from the east.
Glenn slept very little that night, and it wasn't because his usual bed at the Inn had been replaced by some quilts and blankets and a pillow on the cramped floor of the Stitch in Time's workroom. It was because he was still wound up from the attack at the inn. Another attack. He'd been there when a zombie had crashed through the back door, when those two dog-people had torn each others' throats out, when that mage had struck down that man with lightning, and now ? whatever had happened last night. All he'd heard was the bloodcurdling scream, like someone was being mortally wounded, and that was all it took for Glenn to gather his things and run as far away from the inn as he could. The evening eventually turned around for Glenn, as he and a couple of friends (and a new person he met that night) drank tea, ate cookies, and played ?Truth or Dare? into the wee hours of the morning. But when it came time to leave, he had nowhere to go except the last place in the world that he wanted to be at that moment. Erin and Jake were walking home on their own (although Jake had offered to let him sleep at his ranch), and he certainly couldn't sleep at Lydia's apartment. If the stories he'd been told about Grem were correct, Glenn wouldn't make it through the night. Fortunately, Lydia had offered him a place at the Stitch, which he gratefully accepted. The whole thing felt a little awkward to him, but the thought of going back to the inn made his stomach turn.
As Glenn laid on the floor, covered by warm blankets and resting his head on an oversized pillow, his mind raced. The usual thoughts flitted through his brain, of course, but the dominant one was this: I need to find a new place to live. I can't go back there again. There's too much violence, too many evil people. Too many pirates, and he shivered at that thought. By the time he fell asleep, the sun was starting to turn the sky from black to dark blue as it began its slow climb upwards from the east.