How Are You Adjusting To The New Setting?

hey Will, how attached are you to your tumblr? would you ever come back once you found Henry?

Huh! It is a pretty sweet joint. S’pose I’d ask him if he’d wanna make the trip back with me. Comin’ back would be way easier than gettin’ there!

heya, william. i just wanted to say, i hope you get to see henry again, and make more music together. being 100% serious when i say that listening to you sing together really puts a smile on my face. anyway, have a good one!

Thank you, Will! I hope so as well. Glad our tunes brighten your day! Have a good one!

HIII U LOOK LIKE A NICE GUY THX FOR THE FOLLOW

Of course! Nice to make your acquaintance. Come on in!

Hey Will, do you *know* who or what is... guarding Henry, so to speak?

I'm pretty sure I do. Can't exactly name it, kid, or I'd be leadin' the bull to the barrel house! I'm sure ya get the idea.

talking about thomas, do you think it’s be possible for him (or any of the others) to, um, put themselves together (not sure how else to phrase it…)?

Ain't ever tried it before, but I assume if he's been scraped all over the place, he's like a big puzzle, ain't he? Maybe so!

Would you consider yourself a guy with decent morals?

As decent as they come! Care for nothin' more than friends, tunes, and makin' our lives better!

happy anniversary! are you doing anything in particular to celebrate? (also nice to meet you :)

Nice to meet you, too! Not doin' anything special -- startin' to organize a year's worth of junk. Honest, I oughtta be further along at this point. Well!

yeah, I guess they’re not hiding from YOU - just from the consequences of what you did

Well, all right, I'll give ya that!

Heya! Have you ever heard of the song "What Are They Doing in Heaven?"? I hear it was popular in your time :)

Lovely tune -- thanks for sharin'! If you're tryin' to insinuate some kinda question to me -- well, what they're doin' in heaven is what we're doin' now! Talking, mostly. Faces and lights!

Log #5

Number five of logs. Henry told me about a memory again. Some night when he was rustling about a little abandoned church on a hill and came outside and the sun had just set. And he sat on the grass cross legged and unwrapped a ham sandwich he’d packed from home. And he says in the kinda big valley expanse below, little twinkling lights started rising from the grass. Lightning bugs, he says they are. Like a fly with a little light bulb strapped to its rear end. I can find photos of them now, sure, and I can imagine the kinda effect these things would have if you had a whole lot of them. And he says tons of these little things just started appearing, as the sky got real dark and the grass didn’t look like grass anymore, just real murky-like with these little specks of light swimming around in it.

And he says after he finished his sandwich he laid down on the grass and looked at the sky. Every single star had popped out. I know stars. I’ve seen a lot of them. Most of what I remember seeing, matter of fact, I think. Henry knows the constellations, which I don’t. And I ain’t ever seen a lightning bug in the flesh. But Henry says the stars in the sky were exactly like the lightning bugs in the valley. Which kinda helps me imagine.

I don’t think I’ve sat in the grass before. Or laid down in it. I can’t really remember a ton about grass. Henry says it smells nice. Especially in the nighttime, or the early morning.