The Gilderoy Expedition

Merry Sherry is on the ice with an away team, gathering as much as they can fit into the lifeboats. Meanwhile, I sit up here pouring over everything we have trying to make sense of all this. No anchoring. We don’t dare risk it.

The ringing won’t stop. My headache is now a migraine.

Something is staring at me. It won’t stop staring.

My dreams are filled with night terrors.

The papers must have something.

It’s staring.

Staring.

Wait. It’s staring.