Tuesday, September 6, 2011
There was nothing in there. I shot out the lock to the adjoining room, and there was nothing in there. No sign of Tia or Blake. Not even their luggage. I'm updating here so hat I know I updated. Maybe it'll be useful at some point.
Once upon at time, there was a little girl who loved to wander by herself. Once upon a time, she knew every little creek, every tree, every bush where here family lived. Once upone a time she saw a tall black scarecrow in the funniest place. Once upon a time, she watched it and watched it until it moved. Once upon a time, she thought the scarecrow could not see her as she wandered into the forest. Once upon a time, she was very, very wrong. Once upon a time, the she found the black trees and they found her. Once upon a time, the little girl looked deep into the pool and forgot, forgot, forgot.