Another one looking for Roberts and Franklin, Officer Buford thinks, trying to distract himself from the carnage behind him. He can tell because she doesn’t seem to know her way around. Only regulars use the asylum, and noone goes downtown unless there’s legal or other problems or maybe to fix their car at Ben’s. This one doesn’t have a car. This one has some kind of legal or other problems, he’s determined by process of elimination. And so it is.
—–
She finally finds the right teleport spot and then walks over to the office, stepping inside.
“You!” says the receptionist, thinking she recognizes her either from print or film, reader’s choice. Probably print, though. Because of the not knowing the location here.
“Oh. Never mind,” the receptionist backtracks the reaction. “You’re not her. Can I help you, then?”
“I’m looking for Franklin,” Charlene The Punk Brown begins, taking all the oddness in stride. “Or Roberts — let’s make it Roberts,” she decides.
“Big House,” says Wanda (Wanda again?). “Investigating a Big Foot sighting.”
“Exactly why I’m here.”
“Not surprising,” Wanda quickly replies. “It will be a debunking, mind you. They always are. I’m just trying to save you some money up front. We have enough guillible people coming through here to keep my boat afloat.”
“Wondering about that.”
“You get use to it,” she says about the boat that keeps her afloat.
“Riiight, so… just use the teleporter outside again? One of the selections?”
“I’ll take you. I need to get out of here for a while anyway.” And so she did.
—–
Not so big, thinks Charlene, being behind Wanda a bit due to not quite getting the hang of these wonky teleporters still, pheh. But then she opened the front door to the house.
“Up here!!” Wanda calls from quite a far distance, quite a far distance indeed.
20 minutes later she was there after climbing up a rope from a trash bin.
(to be continued)
Sunklands 