When he finally got up, he didn't turn his computer back on. He went to his window, opened it up, and just watched the traffic move.
Leo stared at the speakers. The waves kept crashing, slow and rhythmic. Whoosh. Pause. Whoosh. Island.Time.rar
But by the "fourth day" of his isolation, the silence began to curdle. When he finally got up, he didn't turn his computer back on