Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

I just reread the last couple of entries. It's like I'm trying to keep myself in suspense here, like I don't know that I eventually got away.

Which I did, but I can't really tell how it happened. Oh, I can piece together some of it... the hovercraft was zooming along at high altitude, and something happened, and my giant Baggie fell out into somebody's rooftop swimming pool. Then the pool owner found me and cut the bag open, drenching me big time. Which was good because it helped wake me up. The guy wanted to call an ambulance, but I felt okay.

So I squelched home from there. I didn't care about all the superheroes trying to nab me anymore; I could send them right to Claudia Calhoun. Whatever the deal was with her being alive, it wasn't my secret to keep.

Walking home, I tried to figure out what was going on. I also called Greyghost's voicemail to update him on all this.

By the time I got to the apartment, I knew two things.

1. Someone had to squeeze some answers out of Claudia Calhoun.

2. I absolutely required a Boston Creme donut.
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