The Deck, Thursday Morning

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Despite protests to the contrary, Edmund did listen to the radio on occasion. Last night he didn't like what he'd heard. He hadn't been affected by the rash of bad dreams, but it was troubling nonetheless. There was also nothing you could do about bad dreams - no way to fight and nothing to fight with short of a glass of warm milk and leaving a night light on. It might have been nothing, but in Fandom something occurring around the island usually wasn't nothing.

So here he stood and watched. If all was normal, then good, but he wasn't about to be caught unaware if something that was the cause of the bad dreams did storm the school. He was in for a long wait.

[OOC: Up for a few hours! Sleeeeeep.]