When he'd somehow woken up in West Virginia with Jane last year, they'd lived out the two days they were asleep for and woke up just fine back on the island. Not only had it been five days, but Lipton had a very real fear of what would happen if he died here. He'd kept in shape on the island - the ITF's various drill sergeants made sure of that - but his body had forgotten the weary ache that went all the way down to your bones from continuous fighting and no real rest. He'd kept it up for months in the ETO, they all had, but that didn't help him any now. He was dirty, banged up and bleeding, but nothing life threatening.
Maybe people dying in these sleep journeys was the reason they disappeared on the island. He had nothing to support it - everyone had woken up last time, as far as he knew, but the great mystery of how people came and left the island would never stop bothering him.
He'd had an estranged wife and a younger brother and sisters back home when he'd fought in the war, but now he had a wife, a daughter and another child on the way - he needed to return, and couldn't take solace in the fact that his death would at least provide for them through Uncle Sam. Jane was resiliant, resoureful and wonderful; she'd get on without him just as she had when Stuart Redman left, but he didn't want her to have to.
He shoved a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, eyes and mind keenly aware of their surroundings despite his thoughts and exhaustion. He didn't know what to think of their new two arrivals, but he could tell that Sonya hesitated in fully accepting them into the group, and that prompted him to feel similarly. He'd been friendly enough to them, but he knew how to be suspicious and alert without giving it away.
"So what's the plan once we're inside?" Lipton quietly asked the others.
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When he'd somehow woken up in West Virginia with Jane last year, they'd lived out the two days they were asleep for and woke up just fine back on the island. Not only had it been five days, but Lipton had a very real fear of what would happen if he died here. He'd kept in shape on the island - the ITF's various drill sergeants made sure of that - but his body had forgotten the weary ache that went all the way down to your bones from continuous fighting and no real rest. He'd kept it up for months in the ETO, they all had, but that didn't help him any now. He was dirty, banged up and bleeding, but nothing life threatening.
Maybe people dying in these sleep journeys was the reason they disappeared on the island. He had nothing to support it - everyone had woken up last time, as far as he knew, but the great mystery of how people came and left the island would never stop bothering him.
He'd had an estranged wife and a younger brother and sisters back home when he'd fought in the war, but now he had a wife, a daughter and another child on the way - he needed to return, and couldn't take solace in the fact that his death would at least provide for them through Uncle Sam. Jane was resiliant, resoureful and wonderful; she'd get on without him just as she had when Stuart Redman left, but he didn't want her to have to.
He shoved a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, eyes and mind keenly aware of their surroundings despite his thoughts and exhaustion. He didn't know what to think of their new two arrivals, but he could tell that Sonya hesitated in fully accepting them into the group, and that prompted him to feel similarly. He'd been friendly enough to them, but he knew how to be suspicious and alert without giving it away.
"So what's the plan once we're inside?" Lipton quietly asked the others.