five bags of soil

[buttonless]

So about that whole freaky world changing thing.

[After nursing seven million insect bites and minor sunburn, Coraline's finally getting a start on what she meant to do before the entire summer camp debacle: gardening. This afternoon, she's attempting to carry a bag of soil and a tin box down the lobby stairs. Her journal is resting on top of the box, picking up the metallic rattling of her trowel.]

I heard that was someone's home we went to. Someone in the castle. [A pause.] Could we get sent to other people's homes too? Does that happen a lot?

[She pauses again.]

I mean, I'm just curious. I guess Oregon would be a pretty boring place to go.




[Rue]

I think I'm gonna go plant some cucumbers! Do you want to help?