Lockheed is quick and efficient in the kitchen.  His food is delicious and he delivers with a smile.  Gail savors each bite.  Vesper can attest to Gail's enjoyment with her own breakfast.  Whatever Tucker may decide Lockheed cooks it readily.  Kegel with a blank stare seems to be pushing scrambled eggs around the plate mindlessly.  "What," he started, "What do you think might happen to people who are like that guy on the tv, detective?"

Gunshot
"Not much anymore," the cop says to Tucker.  "Not much anymore.  Hunting, Camping, I'm waiting for my boy to get a little bigger than maybe I'll take him up in the hills.  It's different nowadays from when I was a kid.  Not as Safe.  And I suppose wearing the badge makes me a little more cautious."  He looks in towards Kegel and Vesper inspecting iguana poop and turns back to Tucker.  "I'm just going to step outside, make sure the door is still secure and radio up to the house.  You're good here, right?"

Do you want some Weird with that Coffee?

Behind the Cascade beneath the darkening California sky, the doctor as a wooden suit of armor, and the man who had jumped onto the stage were standing there flagging people away from the door. "Is there anyone else? Are you one of us?" The doctor asked urgently. Gray clouds were slowly drifting in from the west.

As the group passed the doctor, Vesper said, "I think we're the last. Here, contact me later Dr. Cormand and we'll talk." as she passed him her business card. The wooden armor shrunk and folded back into the Doctor's skin before their eyes. He slipped his own business card into her hand as well as accepting hers.

A Room To Ourselves

The Trucker and the Esper find the Redding Library and see that there are a number of restaurants nearby. One Chinese take-out place looks incredibly promising. The library is filled with people. The noise level is enough to make the librarian appear to be frazzled as she peers over horned rimmed glasses at wookies, mini-vaders, and far-too-round supermen and wonderwomen. The con goers are enjoying various conversations about their hobbies and other life interests amongst the books and shelves of the library. There are a number of computers at the library, most of which seem to be occupied.

Prologue

Throughout the night, Vesper was tossing and turning.  Craig was beside her having fallen asleep shortly after their tryst.  Gail didn't come home.  Vesper was plagued by dreams that were not her own, literally.  Her dreams, or what she could remember of them, were from someone else's point of view and contained symbolism that meant nothing to her.  In one dream she saw herself, or at least an ideal representation of herself doing things she probably normally wouldn't do. 

Gail Livingston a Chinese American, blessed with beauty and grace and an insatiable desire to play board games of all things had talked Vesper and two guys into some Trivial Pursuit on a slow Friday evening, April the 5th.  The guys, one whom Gail was interested in was a tall black man with a easy manner and a broad smile, Nehemiah or Nihm.  He majored in business finance but was principally there on a basketball scholarship.  His friend a tall white guy who was also on the basketball team but often sat on the bench was trying to concentrate on the game, Craig.  Maahes however had taken a liking to Craig who was a Freshman majoring in the arts.  He didn't have a scholarship but Nihm liked him and he played ball well enough.  Trivial Pursuit however was not rea