#ronniedavidson

his first mistake was definitely the adoption of hobart earlier that day. but ronnie had been supportive of that, and there was really no harm to be done in having an iguana in their room, right? right!  the second - and much worse mistake - was poking around the dig site at night. even showing up there alone was a bad idea, but simon had a bad habit of never thinking these things through. they hadn’t come up with anything so far, so he had taken it upon himself to try and do something good for the team. to put in the extra hours and maybe, just maybe find something on his own - something to proudly present to taha.  he knew what he had stepped on before he even looked.  a piece of pottery, which he had successfully pulled from hardened clay in the earth, had been resting at his side when the batteries in his flashlight went out. but he had spare ones, a few yards to his left. it was on his return to where he had been digging that simon broke the piece beneath his foot. his heart jumped up to his throat.  ronnie was the first person his mind - surely, she wouldn’t blame him. it was a mistake! it could’ve happened to anyone! it wasn’t his fault. the five pieces were gathered up carefully in his hands, clasped together to keep them safe as he rushed his way back to the boarding house - foolishly leaving his bag behind.  he headed into their room, shutting the door tightly behind him and leaning against it. “ronnie. sos. we have a problem.”