“Let’s see what this so called ‘secret society’ is all about, you Joker,” he says. Wilson goes into the VWX fairy house.
“I thought this is where he said the hole was, son.” Allen Martin pivots around, looking. “Where’d Aspy go?”
“Dunno pops,” answered Doogie, who continued staring at something in the distance.
“There he is. Where’s he heading *now*?”
Doogie does a 180. “Looks like he’s going down the hill on the other side of this house or whatever it is… shed.”
“Well keep up with him,” his father implored. “You know my legs aren’t what they use to be.” Allen Martin struggles to get to his feet. His son doesn’t move to help him, instead following the snake.
“Hmm,” Doogie says. “Now he’s on some kind of green table. “Looks like he’s waiting on us maybe.” Allen Martin hobbles up to his son.
“Great. Another hill.” the older Martin complains. “Help me out a little this time, Doogie. Will ya?”
“Sure, okay,” the son says lacadasically.
10 minutes later they were at the bottom, staring at the picture. On the white pillar now, Aspinwall kept knocking his snake head against it in emphasis.
“Hey pops,” Doogie finally says. “Doesn’t that kind of look like the picture of your old college down on the bottom floor of our house now.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” the older man replies. “I was on the wrong wall.”