Chateau Grief 43

Thought(Kore):A fallen tree. A car wreck. A freak hailstorm. And a dying child. Locked in a cargo container in the desert dudael.

Grant: Kore, can you hear me?

Telepathy(Kore): Take him, telepath.

Telepathy(Xander): Why? You were having such fun.

Kore: Take him.

Grant: Pick him up Alan, you're coming with me.

Lyrken: It could paralyze him.

Grant: It won't. Trust me.

Grant: Hurry.

Kore: Allyson, I was once that child. I don't think he knew that.

Allyson Hipsher: Kore are you all right?

Kore: Allyson, please lock me up. Somewhere secure and plain and dark where I can think. Get me away from these people. Lock me up before I kill someone else.

Thought(Grant): What are the odds that I can get the aristocrat out of his motorcycle magazines long enough to heal a street urchin?

Thought(Grant): What are you doing to the girl, Eugene? Wanna show her how ugly you can be?

Thought(Grant): Perhaps...it's just a good day to die.

Author Notes:

....and this week we have 80 degree days in February. They say there's two kinds of weather in California, good weather and unusual weather.

Hey hey hey, how do you like the super-pro non-sucky font? It looks like a comic book! (I'm getting there, slowly) Many thanks to the person who operates BLAMBOT.com whereupon patient instructions in the art of comic book lettering are given to really dense TimesNewRoman aficionados like me. And if that fails, Blambot provides indie comic creators with free fonts that SOLVE ALL THE PROBLEMS. Thank you Blambot, you're the best! But I still hate Comic Sans.