November 7th excerpt:

Sam leaned back, staring up at his work from the past several hours.

In his side of the house, the walls were covered in scrap pieces of paper. All carefully gathered over time, along with the collection of broken pencil tips scattered to the side. Sam had substituted these torn scraps for a journal of his own, and now had placed the latest piece of paper in its place.

It hung slightly askew, and with a frown Sam reached up to adjust it, trying to work the old scotch tape so it held fast. It didn’t quite work, sagging down to the other side.