“Good to see you again, Ruby.”
“Good to see you, Baker B.”
“I — didn’t expect to see you here. But, then again, I don’t expect to see anyone anywhere anytime.”
“Surprises, I know. All around.”
“Yes.”
“What do you wish to know tonight? To close.”
“Thank you. How about Nautilus to start. It seems super important still.”
YES… MAYBE… NO.
“Interesting, and how about Iowa?”
YES, YES, YES.
“How about that, Ruby. Iowa.”
“Yes.”
“And the transition from Nautilus to Iowa?”
YES.
“How will this take place?”
The planchette moves to the center of the board. Stops. Circles a bit. Stops. Circles a little. Stops.
“Center, then?”
Circles a bit. Stops.
“Is this Fife?”
“I’m picking up something about automatic writing,” interjects Ruby at this point. “Someone is drawing something.”
“Okay. I maybe see where this is going.”
“A *spirit*, yes. Summoned by a *witch*.”
“That’s you!” Baker Bloch exclaimed, then saw it manifest beside them.
“Inter-resting,” spoke Ruby to end.
Sunklands 