Sorry I missed yesterday.
At long last, we come to end of the no-beating-up-Gilligan challenge. It has been an interesting experience. Now, we're not going to jump right back to Gilligan suffering, but know that it is once again a possibility.
On a more sombre note, this is for my theatre friends. I charge you all: honour Justin, and the kindness and talent he brought to our company. When we do so, he will never really leave us.
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After he heard the news on the radio, he stared into space, wishing he could get the horrible knowledge of his friend's death out of his head.
Mary Ann sat on one side, Ginger on the other. The Howells and the Professor sat behind, and the Skipper in front. All of them sought to show the lad that he was not alone in any way. Physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually– they were there with him. They would not let him face this tragedy alone.
Though his heart ached with sorrow, Gilligan felt the love and support of his island family.
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