He stared at the amber light beyond the end of the dividing canal, wondering if it had been moved from the wall to the floor.
And what it meant. Was he *finally* reaching?
On the other end, Zapppa hungrily eyes the now almost vacant Bigfoot Bar, which apparently will be up for rent soon. He’s waiting to pounce. He has the idea to bring (Dinah and) Moe’s Bar of Cassandra City to NWES Island. And explore more of that Montana/Zircon tweezers theme to himself escape the grave. I think it will happen. It’s the exact same building after all. Fate: bar exchanged for another bar. Continuity ensured.
And just in time for our first seasonal bigfoot sighting (?)
“We’ll figure it out, Axis, er, Tropp. Umm.” He was truly stuck in the middle and 1/2 and 1/2 (sorry!).
The house seemed empty. But it had a portal room.
In the thin woods eyes were watching.
Maybe 1/2 and 1/2.
We should walk back to GASTON.
.daor eht ssorc mih gnihctaw ,nacnuD desserpmi na denipo ”,onimoD ,naem uoy tahw ees I“
They were. And so was Bigfoot. The locals referred to it as Her Majesty, again for mysterious Xplicit reasons. In the winter when she became all snow covered, she was more often called a yeti. 12, up to 13 residents were lost each holiday season. Baker’s dozen; Baker never liked that kind of talk associated with his name. Because that meant he was the last one to blame, I mean, he was to blame for the last one, the thirteen. If only he’d been a better Christian as a boy. The Boy. And now he’s paying through the Dark Peak of 2. Twin Peaks. Just like Harrison Jett had. The real deal.
If only he knew what the bluebird chirped down at Blue Jay Bay he would be a head of the game.
(to be continued?)
As Dr. Nightwing continued to stare out the window at the southern Okemo Canyon view and contemplate possibilities, the 13th miraculously fell out of the sky right in front of him. Duncan Avocado. Landing without even a scratch upon his body.
“Let’s talk about this,” suggested Indigo to her side.
Mystic Girl had finished washing and dying her hair, actions which gave Dr. Nightwing the chance to slip away and meet Audrey in the Asunder gorge.
“This road is deeply disturbing to me, Mystic Girl,” Dr. Nightwing pronounced in front of the identifying sign, somehow missed before in his investigations.
We must be nearing The End, Mystic Girl thought but of course didn’t speak aloud.
Not needing a reply, Dr. Nightwing took another gander down the long road, approx. half a sim in length. “No VW on this particular Abbey Road, but many *other* cars — seemingly abandoned alongside it, even in the shallow woods to the west.”
“And then a wall running almost the entire length on the east, allowing potential access into the next sim only through a small gate about halfway down from here…”
“… and then this larger gate at the end… actually, maybe a little beyond the end. ”
The Straight, silly, thought Mystic Girl. This is another representation.
“If we could only get through that gate. That’s the key. But we *need* a key to pass through. Another conundrum. That little car there must have tried and failed. Trapped in the snow with the others.”
“We are not allowed access. But that doesn’t mean something can’t come through from the other side.”
It was in Schism where the next holiday figure was found, a logical choice because, like the Asunder sim where we saw the Dr. and companion Audrey last, it contains a significant gorge, longer and shallower in nature this time. But it was on a small island in a frozen lake near the top of the gorge where the actual killing took place. The rogue yeti, disguised within a snow laden tree of similar height and proportions, easily surprised and overwhelmed its prey.
We pray for the family of unlucky Schism Santa, victim no. 13.
The Doctor’s face had reverted.
“More over here, Mystic Girl. Let’s see, 3 snowballs, another Santa hat, smaller this time — or *normal* sized, I should say — and then, um, what appears to be some kind of tinier, more menacing looking snowman, frozen of course, like the rest.”
“But I don’t think it is possible he’s the culprit for all this. Do you?”
No, Mystic Girl thought without answering, because she was always silent. A mere sounding board for him, as both agreed to, even though *he* didn’t remember. She created him so that he would forget things like this — the important stuff. Like their children Luther and Wanda. Like the end of a world. *Their* world.
They moved back to the excavated grave.
“This is simply just terrible, Mystic Girl. I hope all the families of these victims can be found.”
Nearby, Jeffrie Phillips, wearing his special red tie, reads a book describing the murders in detail and understands this rogue yeti must be stopped at all costs. Even if it means the end of a world.
Over on a mountaintop in Jaffee, another Santa takes what he fears might be a last look at his favorite Christmas tree.
For just in back of the treehouse he cowers beneath lurks the giant rogue snowman already responsible for the death of seven.