Just later:
“Given XXX Dreams right before this on Main Street, don’t you think Bear Square just across the road from Red Square Head Woman equals Bare Square, as in baring it all?”
“Could be, Mouse. Can I call you Mouse?”
“Dr., please.”
“Alright, Mouse.”
“Father, then.”
“Father,” I acquiesced. Didn’t want to get in a row this early in the morning. 11:25. Better head back in the woods!
“This is the start of it all. Red Square. As in *highlighted*!” This mention made my row alert go even higher as I knew that one thing could lead to another and another until it’s out of control like a Baker’s Dozen, never mind the interval remaining at zero. I couldn’t take the chance.
“W-what about the plank of wood sticking out either side of his car,” I try to divert the build up. “Balancing act? Michael Kane?”
He peered at me through half dead eyes, as if his batteries had just run out or a fuse had been blown. How long could he hold on at this advanced stage? Constantly flying to the moon in his Jim Beamed UFO. Jack Daniels; whatever. And *is* this actually Mouse is a always question that is swirling around my head these days, the good Dr. himself returned, what is it, *two* times now? The cane makes the man — that’s what he told me. Doesn’t matter as much about the body, apparently.
Picture to end, with him sitting in his seat, *his* seat, before the single video feed we still have in the castle. Gotta get to work on acquiring a second for sure now that everyone has come back, Philip Strevor included, maybe even his girlfriend Nada. Right next door, though, since Mouse, er, Father occupies the lower bedroom. Right – next – door. That can’t be long term either. Philip or Father Fecked here, one or the other, must go. Daisy totally agrees.
New, significant center spotted? Who knows with this one. Could just be the liquor speaking again.
Sunklands 