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Chapter 14 - The Storm's End

I saw a lot of comments on my previous chapter about Tom and Redd. I would like it to be clarified that they are both switches 😌

Everywhere was blanketed in mist.

It was like a shroud, a cape over the island. It was gray and pearly, and Isabelle's lashes were wet with beads of water. She held out a hand to curiously touch it, almost as though she was afraid it was poisonous. It felt like someone breathed on her hand - it was warm, light, and wet against her palm. She rubbed her fingers together.

"Hey, boys? Can you get your uncle? I think-"

"Wait, he's already here!"

"...here!"

Isabelle turned to the warm-lit entrance of Town Hall.

Tom looked... disheveled, to say the least. His hair was wildly tangled, stray curls flocking all over his face. He had on some weird clothes - a pair of black pants, sneakers, and even socks. He had a navy-blue neck-high sweater on that hugged his neck so much it looked like it was choking him. No matter what he was wearing, he'd obviously made sure to cover every part of his body that he could. No one had ever seen him outside of his

"Hello, Tom." Vivi sounded like she was being strangled.

"Vivi," Tom responded, his voice bleak, hoping his chaotic state passed as exhaustion from "caring" for Redd.

"How are you, eh, Tom?" Isabelle didn't know what to say. Her hesitation gave Tom an answer.

"I know I look like crap, if that's what you mean." Tom tried to make his voice sound like Vivi's, but he knew it sounded all fake and whiny.

"Kind of." Tommy admitted.

"I'd rather you be honest about it."

"You're all burnt out from taking care of Redd, you could have had me take over." Isabelle made what she hoped was a sympathetic noise.

"It's fine. I'm fine."

Isabelle decided not to say anything but, "The storm's cleared up."

Tom peered out of the corner of the door, staring at where the mist blanketed the island.

"Yeah."

He had never sounded so emotionless.

"Tom? Seriously, are you okay?"

"Just tired. I want to nap."

"I understand. Know what? We can send out the order for everyone."

"Order?"

Patience was easy for Isabelle, but it wasn't easy for Vivi, "Tom, the order you had the idea to create."

No one said anything.

"He's tired, Vivi. I'll send it out for him."

"Okay, Isabelle," Vivi's eyes flashed, "He's too tired."

Tom ignored her.

Everyone's NookPhones beeped in unison. The past was coming back to Tom in splashes of fleeting thoughts, and he knew what the order he had created said.

TownHall: Storm subsided. Go about your business as usual. Keep the wood on your windows for another 48 hours. Keep the plane in the hanger for another 72.

"We can go help Redd, if you want." Timmy stated meekly, having picked up on the tension between Vivi and Tom.

Tom saw Redd in his mind. He was jolted back from his thoughts.