Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/23].

[howareyanow]

Y'wanna know what? This place, Wayne realized that morning, had gone and made him a just a tiny bit paranoid. Sure, Wayne had always possessed a certain sense of suspicion about most things he deemed to be troublesome or worrisome and what have you, but this place had amped it up to eleven, and he was ruminating a little over that fact that morning, when he came into the kitchen in the third floor common room to get started on breakfast as usual, and all the food was tasting the same way it should be again, there was nothing really wrong with the supplies or the cabinets or the food, there was still a blanket fort in the corner, sure, but, for the most part, everything was normal.

And he didn't trust it.

At first, anyway, because Wayne realized he didn't trust it, and then he thought to himself that this was the way things should be, and if you couldn't trust in the way things should be, then, well, you couldn't really trust anything at all, could you?

So the best thing to do in this situation was just embrace it, and enjoy it while it lasted.

Because weird as it was here on the island, at least they weren't going around canceling hockey.

Oh, great. Now his internal narrative had gone and worked him up into a grumble again. Wayne squinted at his pancakes, let out a little growl, and flipped it, trying his best to remind himself to be thankful that at least they tasted like pancakes this week...

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