“I guess I’ll have to bring my own toothbrush, huh. I left that and some of my other pretty important belongings, like my car keys and falchion, at my apartment. Is it okay if I go to pick them up before I head out to these headquarters? No one but me lives there, and the only person who might see me would be my neighbor. Total male reproductive organ.”

“But… but… clean teeth! D:”

“Sweet! I am there!”

I turn around and start running to the headquarters, guiding myself via mapquest on my palm pilot and the location on the business card.

When I suddenly have a paralyzing flashback!

A large, earthy dagger pieces the crystal clear oceans like a symphonious spear, splitting itself open and releasing the polluted material inside. The oceans are bled incardanine, the infection spreading from the insides of the man into the inside of the toilet bowl. Damn, that bout with dystentary SUCKED.

I snap out of it and resume running with a trace of a shiver.

yay mac’s here don’t leave us again we miss you ;o;

All

“Well then, now that that’s all settled, you lot can get to Distraught on your own? Remember, go straight there: I really don’t suggest dawdling, and you’ve wasted enough time chatting with me. Good luck.”

And with that, Quixote walks off, cigarette in mouth. You watch him until all that remains is a small red light.

And then he’s gone.

“Straight to Distraught eh?” Jacques thinks out loud, “Why would I trust the bumhole”. “Nihilists offering food and shelter… sounds like a joke! Nihilists don’t DO charity! what’s in it for them!” Luckily Jacques has a tendency of taking his backpack with him all everywhere he went and if he’s lucky he still has his CV from last year on him… in the worst case he could still get it from the internet and update it. A lot happened ever since. For now Jacques switches his mobile back on and changes his voicemail, he knows else his father will get worried really hard like that time public transport unexpectedly went on strike and he forgot his mobile at home and got stuck in the center of town. That’s the downside of living with paranoid parents.

Still Jacques doesn’t trust Quixote and has a feeling Quixote is just some puppet in some sick play in which the puppeteer is the same sick being that has been creating the strange images in his head. Jacques is wondering what the other organizations Quixote was talking about would be like.

Arman leaves the Parc and goes to Distraught. He walks for a little while then calls for a cab.

“Where to?”, the driver says.

“To Distraught, please.”

Arman opens the cab door then rides it to Distraught.

I run out of breath after about two miles on my run toward Disraught. I double over and huff and puff for a few minutes, take a look at the still distant location, and plead desperation.

“Screw this, I’m hailing a cab.” I stick out my thumb and amble towards traffic.

WHOA BACK UP THERE ROCKY I DON’T THINK THERE ARE ANY CABS HERE

GIVEN HOW YOU’RE IN THE SUBURBS

AND IT’S CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT NOW

Clair, Appiah

You begin the long trek. The address is familiar to you due to it’s center location in the business district, which is about a 20 minute walk.

I’ll tell you when 20 minutes pbum.

Rexus

After making it to a main road, no cabs pbum by. Right, this isn’t a big city. Damn. If you started walking now, though, you could get there in 20 minutes.

10 or so minutes later, a bus arrives. Between the time he got there and the bus arriving, him and the redhead had not said anything to each other. Quentin gets on the bus and flashes says the address to the driver. “Where’s the closest stop to this address?” He asks. The bus driver responds, “About 5 minutes from here, your lucky, that’s our next stop.” Quentin glances around the bus. There are no other pbumengers except that redhead that got on at his stop. Understandable since its around night time. Quentin takes a seat in the front in back of the bus driver and takes out his iPod he had brought to the movies. “Might as well catch a song or 2 on the way”

Quentin

So, there you sit, silently listening to your iPod. There is no one else on the bus but you and the girl.

5 minutes left.

Ann

Your walk is lengthy, but you’re getting there.

10 minutes left.

Carla, Appiah

15 minutes left.