Wheeler was alone when not Page, not Plant, but Dr. Blood approached from the west.
He prepared, she prepared. “Where’s your ne’er-do-well brother, you old SOB?”
And so there were five.
Wheeler was alone when not Page, not Plant, but Dr. Blood approached from the west.
He prepared, she prepared. “Where’s your ne’er-do-well brother, you old SOB?”
And so there were five.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Mars^^, Rubi^
Tagged as Tin S. Man/ Dr. Blood^*++++#$, Wheeler Wilson^^+++++\@

