leading

“You weren’t here the other night.”

“I wasn’t,” he admitted.

Both stared at the same spot for a while. Finally:

“Expecting someone?”

“Nope.” Clear and crisp from this stranger with new arrival to town Greg Ogden, free to roam now that Dr. Mouse had retired over in the Asylum where he was staying. But Dr. Mouse knew this of course; he was monitoring the situation closely. Currently he was seeing the spot too through his bug and was wondering the same thing that Greg Ogden was: what gives?

—–

It actually didn’t take long for Greg, and Dr. Mouse through him, to figure out Brut, as he called himself, was part of the plasmic Anomaly that threatened to take over the town. He was indicating himself.

—–

He recalls… a caterpillar.

*Now* what’s he staring at?”