Saturday, June 25, 2011

Migraines, and taking inventory

I've never had them before. They are a horrible, horrible thing. God. I'll be right back, I'm going to go find some medication.

OK, better. I am fairly certain I have been unconscious for a time. What day is it today? The twenty-fifth. For a long, long time. That's okay. That's okay. It's to be expected. Where are my children? My children. My children are here. Isabella?

Isabella. Infinity. Infinity's gone. I don't know where she's gone. No idea. Let's see. Cure? Three syringes. Hm. Strange. Only had one before. Anything else? Taser, check. Gun, not check. Ring, check. Clothes, check. Coat, check. Boots, check. Contacts, not check. Glasses, check. At least I can see. Keys, check. Wallet, check. Cell phone, not check. No, it's here. Moved to another pocket. Knife, check. Herb pouch, check. Cyanide capsule, check. All I'm missing is the gun. Good. I don't like guns.

OK, inventory taken. Where am I? Am I still in Ohio? Cell phone has a GPS. Let's see. I'm in Ohio. Good. Where am I? At my camp. Good. No, no, I'm not. I'm in my tent but not at my camp. I'll be right back.

What's happened since I was out? I'm going to go read up.


That's rather depressing.

OK. I think I've got everything. No. There's something in my pocket. What's in my pocket? It's difficult to think straight. Something's wrong. I'll have to do a few tests. OK. Anything on my blog? Yes. I posted four times in the last four days. Asking strange questions. Friend. Orange. Down. Who's Solomon? What's this Twitter account? Who is the witchchilde? There's a Twitter feed now. Except, I was unconscious. Perception filter? Anansi, I need your help. Why am I typing that? Sometimes I wish I weren't human. Even natural mortal filters are a nuisance. Even if I've removed several of them. OK. Readers. Other people read my blog. It's a blog, after all. Who posted those? It couldn't have been me. Help me. Who posted the last four posts on my blog? Can you see a name besides "Guess"?

OK. OK. What's in my pocket? OK. It's black. It's a statuette. It's jade. It's an elephant. Ohio. Zero. Elephant. Jade. Black.

I need a drink.

OK. Anything living outside? Besides foliage. Yes. Dog. Big dog. Rather shaggy. Sand-colored. Watching. Waiting.

I really need a stiff drink.

No. Not now. Must continue. Inquiries. Inquiries. Which is this? Twenty-three. Twenty-three. Twenty-three. Very well.

This one, for health: What herb heals all wounds?

You get three chances.


  1. Reading Eragon was good for something, at least. It's thyme.

    The name on the last four posts was... I forget how you spell it, but it was the french term for Lady of the Lake. Which is odd, considering that's what you asked about just before you vanished.

    I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I'll just wish you luck about the rest of it. We'll talk more later.

  2. That would be my elephant you've got. Zero just stole it. I would like it back.

  3. Thyme. Yes. Time. Good. Very well. The Lady of the Lake? La Dame du Lac? The. Oh.

    Oh, God. This isn't good.

    OK. Kay. Elephant. Yes, of course. Quite. At haste.