The smiling faces of the Millertons, a local family of snowmen assuming their kin Frederica was out partying all night with friends Jennifer and Annison, were about to be turned upside down with the tragic news.
1 down, 3 to go.
The Doctor’s face had reverted.
“More over here, Mystic Girl. Let’s see, 3 snowballs, another Santa hat, smaller this time — or *normal* sized, I should say — and then, um, what appears to be some kind of tinier, more menacing looking snowman, frozen of course, like the rest.”
“But I don’t think it is possible he’s the culprit for all this. Do you?”
No, Mystic Girl thought without answering, because she was always silent. A mere sounding board for him, as both agreed to, even though *he* didn’t remember. She created him so that he would forget things like this — the important stuff. Like their children Luther and Wanda. Like the end of a world. *Their* world.
They moved back to the excavated grave.
“This is simply just terrible, Mystic Girl. I hope all the families of these victims can be found.”
Nearby, Jeffrie Phillips, wearing his special red tie, reads a book describing the murders in detail and understands this rogue yeti must be stopped at all costs. Even if it means the end of a world.
“Jeez I haven’t been here in quite a while, Tin Tin, er, Axis. 1/2 a year? Maybe more.”
Axis, who was a dog now, couldn’t answer, but kept indicating spots of significance from before with his sniffing nose.
“That gun is *never* going to stop firing at me. The only way I can stay here… with you… is to keep sitting on stuff. This blue inner tube I always loved, for instance.”
And then, let’s see…
“She can’t return to that moment, on that bench. Pain. She’ll die over and over again.”
“One more try, Albert.”
“See her leg? This must be where she was made, Alex.”
“The guns are silent now.”
“Look. There she is again (!)”
“So here we are. But it’s Hidden Village, with the two l’s like the others. And also: Hilltop Road.”
“Interesting. Let’s see how far down this road we can go.”
“Proper. The green journey ends here, where (inferior) red takes over (once more). See the mushroom cloud? Literally. This is what happens at the end of a world.”
A confused, naked Santa walks into a bar in Hogadon, telling the bartender a joke beginning, “What’s white and doesn’t swim?” He then does something totally inappropriate which bars him from the property altogether.
“Santas. All over the place. Either getting killed or driven stark raving mad. Hogadon Santy is the last example, body saved but the mind may never return. Useless for Christmas, you see.” He wraps himself tightly in his chair. “I could be next, Fairy Ruby. Sorry: Mrs. Claus.”
“Nah. We’re back on The Straight now. Seven never happened.”
Fairy Ruby Mrs. Claus realized she was being rude. “Oh… do you want a tart? They’re cherry.” Then she remembered the appointment. Already 1 day late. Casey One Hole will be in a bad mood. Which is not a good thing. Atall.
Santa-Axis suddenly found himself alone again, pondering on his ultimate fate. Perhaps another visit to the Vilania Safe Hub next door with all its harmless madness will perk him up. Make him jolly once more.