David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)

Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.

Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.

Diana and Steve at the inn.

Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.

The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)

Things are weird. The universe makes them weirder. Amy and John get a little stuck.

Goodsir is at heart a merciful man; Hickey uses that against him.

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.

Close is worse than nothing.