Prompted by Camillo's preface to the final chapter of the fabulous Donnerstag, I tentatively take a dip back into the fanfic waters.
30 April 2012
Today was my first day back at work. Yesterday in Exeter, as I stood at her grave, as I walked the streets she ran through as a child, I got no real sense of her, that she'd ever been there. Yet on the Grid her presence was everywhere. Reports, file notes, the mug she left behind. I can still hear her voice, feel her touch on my arm. The first time the door slid open, I thought it was her. I'm told it gets easier. Right now I think the pain is all that's keeping me going.