“Ahhh! That face!!”
“We app-re-ci-ate your time in our fair ci-ty,” OD continued in its clipped manner, suddenly detached from the wall and looming larger. The wegee planchette had stopped spinning. “We have ass-im-il-at-ed the bird, zip, the man known as Mar-tin. Sanc-tu-ar-y is with-in reach. You can go ab-out, ping, a-bout your way. Thank you for vis-it-ing and come back again ver-y, zip, fair-ly soon.”
The Musician fled the scene, running upstairs. Wheeler stood her ground. She pulled out a large, futuristic gun from her coat. “Get back on the wall, buster. We’re not finished here.”
Meanwhile… Allen Martin appeared to be dead at the very same spot Renaldo O’Donnell lay early.
But then he stood up. “Just a pose ball,” he muttered. “No murder atall. And my son… all that change and attached grief for nothing, it seems.”
He moves around the corner to the next area, being careful to head *away* from his apartment (unlike Wheeler earlier). A break room?
Maybe the stupid people responsible for this charade. The thought crossed his mind that VHC City is just a giant stage set for some kind of film being made. Horror story?
He then sees something more interesting appearing in the next area: a purple spheriod thingie. No: green; no: blue. He checks the description of the now golden object. Jeez God, he thinks, an “alien egg tree.” This *is* a horror story.
He walks between pipe and chair to take a closer look.
Nothing else really that odd about it except the name. And a dead end in this direction. He’d have to retrace his steps.
But then, a monster bursts forth through the wall in front of him, turns around, then leaves through same. A giant crocodile, it appears!
He may have to go back to the apartment to get his heart medicine before advancing further.
Allen Martin then heard a female voice call his name from the direction of the “break room.” Wheeler.
They met in front of this gate on the far side of the room, the Fate Gate they would later call it. From this point on they would move forward together. Holding hands again, they passed through.