“If only I’d made it up to that house Baker Bloch wanted us to visit that day everything would be okay,” spoke a despondent Wheeler Wilson. She sighed; turned around.
“Do it.”
But turned out this wouldn’t be the day she sacrificed herself to the Great Cheese.
Her sanity remained still slightly intact. For now.
“But on *Wednesday*. I meant to give a specific time before. Sorry.”
Sunklands 