The late Mrs. Squaredpants.

Snowmanster sat on her couch, soaking it all in. Home again… so good. But where was everyone? Spongebub? Snowbob?

After a while the truth began to settle in. She was late. She had missed something. But what? Snowmanster went to the window; stared out at the familiar Rubi Woods. The purple hummingbird below her outside twittered loudly.

“Meeting Place,” she mutters, staring at the appropriate flat spot of the forest. “That’s where I’ll find out.”