Paulie (Hermes)
I made my way quickly back to the cabin as there were only a few minutes left until curfew. I was thinking about Timothy, and all the things he had told me, and hoping that he would be alright tonight and stay away from his knife. I knew that I would go find him in the morning. Last night's conversation had made me realize how much we both needed someone else to talk to. In a way, I was glad that we had each other, at least, even if neither of us was great company.
Emi wasn't in the cabin. I wondered where she was. As far as I could tell, she rarely made it back before curfew, party animal that she was. I guess technically she was my cabin leader, having been here longer than I. But I hadn't spoken to her much.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to imagine not seeing. The long and short of it was that I absolutely could not. I wasn't sure if I pitied Timothy or envied him the simpler world that he experienced.
