Yesterday's Gone: Season Three (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER)

dreams - a gift both Wills have (though to different extents) following their exposure to the substance found many years before.
    Other Luca’s parents died two years ago in an accident which led him to live with Will, and eventually to his adoption.

CHAPTER HEADINGS AND TIMES
    When we write a chapter from an alternate character’s Point Of View, we title the chapter “(Other)Will,” etc… In the case of Other Luca and Other Boricio, we use their adopted names, Boricio Bishop and Luca Bishop in the titles to help clarify who is who.
    We also include a time and location in the first section for a character in each episode, and sometimes the second section if time has passed between chapters.
    We are focusing on flashbacks this season more than others in order to weave our story threads together and finally reveal exactly what happened on October 15. As this season comes to a stunning finale, we will be bridging the gap between present day (which is around March 2012 for most of the characters) and their pasts.
    When going back in time for the flashbacks, we’ve been using the distinction “Other Earth” to start each chapter along with the date. This Other Earth is the same as the one our Goners are currently in. We wanted to distinguish however, that this is the past on that world and not the world from which most of our Goners were pulled from.
    Phew! — I hope it’s not as convoluted or as confusing as it sounds when I explain it!
    If we were a TV show like Fringe , which switched hues when the characters went from one version of their world to another, we could use some visual cues to indicate differences without using a bunch of dates, times, and locations.
    You don’t need to pay too close attention to the actual dates, however. There’s not gonna be a test, and other than recognizing that something happened before or after The Event, you don’t need to keep track of what happened on what day.
    To give this a bit of shorthand, we’re going to (sometimes) include something like, “TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE EVENT…” or “FOUR MONTHS AFTER…” below the introductory times for chapters, just to give you a quick feel for where the event places in the story. There may be times, for instance with a second or third chapter from a character in an episode, where we may not include that shorthand, simply as to avoid being too redundant.

    I hope this all makes sense and helps you enjoy the story.
    Things will make more sense in the coming episodes as you get used to the flow and we bridge the gaps between past and present, for what we hope will be our best season yet!
    Thank you, as always, for choosing to spend your valuable time exploring our worlds and joining us on this really cool journey.
    If you have any questions or comments regarding the story, feel free to email me at [email protected] at any time. I check the mail every day and would love to hear from you, or answer any questions you might have.

    Thank you,
    David Wright
    www.collectiveinkwell.com

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CHAPTER 1 — Boricio Bishop

    Other Earth
    Paddock Island, New York
    Sunday July 10, 2011
    morning
    FOUR MONTHS BEFORE THE EVENT…

    Boricio woke from the dark emptiness relieved to hear the sound of the ferry’s horn braying in the distance. It was either the ferry that shuttled people between Paddock Island and the mainland, or between Paddock and Black Islands. Which one didn’t matter, as either of them served as a sweet beacon, letting him know that the death and destruction he’d emerged from had only been yet another nightmare.
    He was back in the real world, laying in the warm layers of blankets and comforters of Rose’s bed, unable to wipe the stupid smile from his face. Today was gonna be the day.
    It was finally here, the day Boricio had been anticipating for more than a month, though in a way, he had been waiting since around six seconds after he first saw Rose, as she was wiping cheese from the side of her cheek before shoving another fork full of dripping omelet into her mouth.
    She had been eating alone, just like Boricio, sitting two small tables away, overlooking the C-shaped harbor where all the Richie Riches docked their fancy pants yachts.
    The yachts matched the menu, and while Boricio thought the prices at Schooner or Later were big-ticket ridiculous, the army of taste buds in his mouth were ready to declare war on his brain if he dared to claim the meal wasn’t worthy.
    The mystery woman must