Notes: For primeval100: challenge 243: Auld Lang Syne.
‘Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?...’
Lester sat in his living room, Sid and Nancy curled up nearby, and took a sip from the whiskey in his glass as the fireworks went off outside the window. At the noises, the two Diictodons looked up at him.
“It’s okay. It’s just fireworks,” he told them. “Just people celebrating.”
He had declined the invitations he’d received tonight; it didn’t feel right going out and partying when he- they- were still missing.
“This year,” he told Sid and Nancy. “This year Connor will find his way back to us.”