Work, work, work

Work. Work. That's all I do. Work, work, work.

Kay. The elephant is in the mail. I've run it through a few tests, but it is in as good a condition as when I found it. Perhaps a bit less muddy.

And as for the dog...

This one, for determination: Bright and shining, lead the way - oh, but you've led yourself astray. You'll never see the light of day; nor be forgiven, that's what they say.

You get three chances.

Twenty-four

"Witchchilde," "La Dame du Lac," "Solomon." There are some things I need to...to remember. Some things that I've put away.

But that's neither here nor there. Not now. Not while I can't focus.

This one, for courage: When wings float on breezes of blacks, grays, and whites, and a horrifying scream rings out in the night, at the end of the tunnel there will always be light, as long as this woman keeps up the spirit of the fight.

You get three chances.

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.

Oh.

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.

The witchchilde shall returne shortly. Unharmed.

But Solomon and I will remaine with him.

And with you, if you desire.

Up

or

Down?

Blue or Orange?

Friend or Foe?