Host SM_Selan says:
The Year is 1899

Host SM_Selan says:
As the world prepares to embark upon a new century, the small town of Arkham, Massachusetts go about their daily lives.

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Nestled between the Miskatonic River and the Atlantic coast, this small hamlet has gone without any major event in years.

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Now, a normal day is going to give way to something mysterious ... and terrifying ...

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Mister Michael Jones Proudly Presents a Tale of Doom, Destruction and Death ... of Love and Hope ... of Terror and Mystery ...

Host SM_Selan says:
BEGIN THE TALE

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::comes in from the room in his mansion which acts as the courtroom, entering his study, he lock the door to the court, having just dusted the judge's bench::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::sleeping late in his bedroom, slowly coming to wake::

Martha_Harold says:
::playing hopscotch on the sidewalk in front of her house::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: making the rounds of the town's streets and alleys ::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::sitting in the parlor, she begins stitching seed pearls onto Lillie Mae Hawkins wedding gown.::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Sits in her small office dreaming::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::crosses the room where he grabs another log and throws it on to the fire in the fireplace.  He crosses to a large comfortable looking chair where he sits in the sun::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::sitting in the Old Mill Inn relaxing after working of his stay::

Martha_Harold says:
::tosses a rock onto a square::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
:;finally wakes up and gets out of bed and dresses::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: doffs his cap ::   Martha: Good morning to ya, Miss Martha. A fine day for a bit o' hopscotch, ainnit, now?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::daydreams about her own wedding...which will probably never happen at this rate.::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::quietly he affixes a small pair of pincer glasses to his nose, carefully wiping them first and settles back to read the latest Novel from Mark Twain::

Martha_Harold says:
::stops playing and squints up at the Constable::

Martha_Harold says:
Constable:  It surely is Sir.  ::smiles::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::Makes his way downstairs to the main room:: Judge: Morning Dad

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::hearing voices wafting through the open window, she quickly places the dress upon her sewing basket and hurries to the window to check on Martha.::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Jeremiah: Son. There's breakfast warming in the kitchen.

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::he looks up over the cover of his book::

Constable_Chambers says:
Martha: An' how is yer sister Elizabeth been, lately?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::relaxes as she sees its only the Constable.::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Dad: Thanks dad ::goes to the kitchen, calls from there:: Dad: Has Daniel been by?

Martha_Harold says:
Constable:  She's been fine Sir.  ::drops her voice to a whisper::  Still mooning over that Jeremiah though.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::hearing the word "Jeremiah", she frowns.::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Walks out of her small office and into the sunny streets of Arkham::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
Martha: Are you behaving yourself, Martha?

Martha_Harold says:
::looks back and sees her sister in the window.  Waves merrily and turns her attention back to the Constable::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: turns:: Elizabeth: Why, halloo, Miss Elizabeth! Aye, she's being a perfect little lady.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::leans out the window slightly:: Constable: Lovely morning, isn't it, Constable Chambers?

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Begins striding down the street smelling the fragrances that filled the air::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::rising, he carefully lays the book down on the seat of the chair and removes his glasses, placing them in his coat's breast pocket:: Jeremiah: What's that?  ::moving to the door and down the hall to the kitchen::

Martha_Harold says:
::blushes and scuffs her feet::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Dad: Daniel? Has he been by this morning?

Constable_Chambers says:
Elizabeth: Indeed 'tis, Miss Elizabeth. Ye should come on out here an' enjoy the sunshine with the wee miss, here.

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::decides to walk outside for a leisure stroll about the town::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::smiles:: Constable: I will shortly...as soon as I'm caught up on my work!

Martha_Harold says:
::claps her hands with glee at the thought of Elizabeth coming out to play::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: chuckles at the sight of Martha's glee ::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::sees different people walking about amongst the small structures::

Martha_Harold says:
::calls out::  Elizabeth:  Come out Elizabeth.

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Jeremiah: Not to my knowledge, but I was in the courtroom cleaning up.  Never know when we might need it.  You might ask Addie <housekeeper>.  She was about down stairs all morning.

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Dad: All morning? What time is it? ::looks at his watch:: I must have slept later than I thought. I was up all night writing

Constable_Chambers says:
Martha: What a fine thing it is to have such a wonderful big sister, eh, Miss Martha? I gots to be on me way now. Take care o' yerself, little one.

Martha_Harold says:
::waves::  Constable:  Goodbye Sir.

Constable_Chambers says:
:: pats Martha's cheek, and strolls on down the street ::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Jeremiah: Have you given any thought to doing a bit of law clerking now that you're home?  There's a new lawyer in town.  I'm sure I could put in a good word.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::grins at Martha:: Martha: In a bit, little one.

Martha_Harold says:
::wonders if there is something she can do to help her sister get her work done::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::is not watching when she bumps into the constable::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::scoffs:: Dad: Law! C'mon dad...we've been down this road before

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::walks over to Doctor Taylor's medical clinic:: Dr. Taylor: Good morning Miss Taylor, how are you this fine day?

Constable_Chambers says:
Rebecca: Whups! Excuse me, Doctor. I should be watching me step.

Rebecca_Taylor says:
Constable: Oh I am... fine ::She said smiling::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::ducks back into the window and gets back to work.::

Martha_Harold says:
::figures she'll go ask as she skips up the walk to her house::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
Constable: And you?

Constable_Chambers says:
Durnham: And a good mornin' to you, too, Mr. Durnham.

Constable_Chambers says:
Rebecca: Fine as frog hair, Doctor.

Martha_Harold says:
::stops at the bottom of the steps and hops up them on one leg to the porch::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Jeremiah: Now hear me out.  You do most of that writing thing at night anyway, there's no reason you couldn't do a little work during the day.  Even Mr. Twain had a job as a printer and a newspaper man, not that is all respectable, before he was published.

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Smiles and then continues on her way::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
Constable: Good mornin' Constable.

Constable_Chambers says:
Durnham: How ye be, sir? I've not seen ya out and about much of late.

Martha_Harold says:
::opens the screen door and walks in, forgetting to close it behind her::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Dad: I've heard it before. Like I'd really have time for my writing if I worked as a law clerk. The only thing changing would be what I'd be up late for.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::looks up as Martha as she hears Martha come in. ::

Host The_Visitor says:
::A figure wearing mostly rags walks into the edge of town::

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  What are you doing?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::calls:: Martha: Martha! Shut the door!

Old_Man_Durnham says:
Constable: Good sir, just been a bit busy with the Inn and all, have to earn my keep there. In my spare time just reading about every darn book I can get my hands on.

Martha_Harold says:
::with a big sigh turns back and shuts the screen door::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::tucks a few more careful stitches into the silk.::

Constable_Chambers says:
Durnham: Ayuh. Used ta be a readin' man meself, in me youth. Police work doesn't leave me as much time fer it as I'd like.

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Jeremiah: All I am asking son is that you learn a way to support yourself if this writing thing doesn't pan out.  Will you give it just a little thought.  You mother, God rest her soul, would have been so proud to have you learn the law, just as I would.

Host The_Visitor says:
::Walks slowly, almost as if with a limp, looking at the somewhat broad village before him. Dirt gives way to stone and rock ... the trees surround the buildings, the river just beyond::

Martha_Harold says:
::returns to where her sister is sewing::  Elizabeth:  So whatcha doin?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::doesn't even glance up:: Martha: You know exactly what I'm doing.

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  Can I help?  ::smiles angelically at her big sister::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Dad: I'll think about it. Is it time for a brandy yet?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::eyes her sister knowingly:: Martha: Like you did last time?

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  Better even!

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Jeremiah: It's too early for drinking.  You haven't even finished breakfast.

Constable_Chambers says:
Durnham: Mind the hole in the walk in front of the General Store, now. Good day to ya, Mister Durnham.

Constable_Chambers says:
:: smiles and moves off down the street ::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::sullen:: Dad: I guess you're right ::grabs an apple off the table:: I'm going into town to try and find Daniel

Martha_Harold says:
::looks at her big sister adoringly::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::watches her little sister out of a corner of her eye::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::smiles and gives up:: Martha: Would you like to take a walk?

Martha_Harold says:
::face brightens up::  Elizabeth:  Really?  Could we?!

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Jeremiah: You stay out of trouble with that boy...the two of you have a tendency to...well never mind.  Just be careful, Son.

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Notices the stranger off in the distance::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
Dr. Taylor: I was hoping you could check me out Miss Taylor, it looks like I am coming up with a cold.

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Dad: I will! ::takes off out the back door::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
Martha: Go wash your hands and face.

Martha_Harold says:
::hopes they walk to the shops and buy some sweets::

Host The_Visitor says:
::Continues his walk::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::begins walking back to find the Constable::

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  Okay!  ::scampers off to the kitchen::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: notices a shabby figure near the edge of town, and quickens his pace in that direction ::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
:;walks the long way into town, taking his time::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::watches Jeremiah bounce across the back lawn to the tree lined street beyond, and slowly closes the door he left open.  Some things never change. ::  Self: Now back to Mr. Twain's book.  ::he returns to the study::

Martha_Harold says:
::pours some water into a basin and washes her face and hands::

Martha_Harold says:
::slops water all over the kitchen while she's washing::::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: approaches the visitor :: Visitor: Ho there! Welcome to Arkham! I'm Constable Chambers. Might I ask yer business here, friend?

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::The hint of winter in the air flares his nostrils, seeing the autumn color riot fills his senses::

Host The_Visitor says:
::The figure's face is hidden by a large hat and a hood of rags under it ... a grating voice speaks out from the darkness:: Chambers: I seek a man.

Martha_Harold says:
::runs back to her sister::  Elizabeth:: All done!  ::holds out her hands for inspection::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::carefully places the dress onto the mannequin and walks to the mirror to fix her hair.::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::turns around and pretends to inspect the little hands very closely.::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: a bit taken aback by the voice :: Visitor: Oh? And who might ye be seekin', friend?

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Decides to walk quickly back to her office::

Host The_Visitor says:
::A pause::

Host The_Visitor says:
Chambers: A writer ...

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::walks toward the visitor keeping his distance::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::hits the main road and starts toward the tavern, where he's likely to find Daniel::

Constable_Chambers says:
Visitor: Ayuh. We got some o' them, we do. I didn't catch yer name, Mr.....  ?

Host The_Visitor says:
ACTION: In the distance there are many clouds.

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::as he is walking over he collapses for no apparent reason::

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  Can we go?  ::squirms with excitement::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::looks at the visitor and the Constable:: Visitor/Constable: Help me...

Host The_Visitor says:
::Sees the man collapse::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::grins:: Martha: Let's! ::leads the way to the door.::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Walks into her office and begins locking all the doors and windows::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: turns at Durnham's voice :: Durnham: Mr. Durnham! I'm comin'....

Host The_Visitor says:
ACTION: Far away, thunder rumbles.

Jeremiah_Terry says:
:;walks over the crest of the hill into town, surveying the picturesque new England town::

Host The_Visitor says:
::Remains silent and still, watching the happenings::

Martha_Harold says:
::follows her sister and frowns as she hears the thunder::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: runs towards Durnham, pulling out his whistle and blowing two shrill blasts as he does so ::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Self: Damn! I'll never make it to the Old Mill Inn

Host The_Visitor says:
ACTION: The shrill blasts are heard by the town's resident Doctor.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::looks a little concerned.:: Martha: That doesn't sound to good. We'll have to make it a quick walk if we're going to beat the rain.

Martha_Harold says:
::hears a whistle not too far away::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: reaches Durnham, kneels at his side :: Durnham: Mr. Durnham... what's the matter, man?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
Martha: Did you hear that?

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::walks a little faster::

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  Come on.  Something is going on!  ::drags her sister out the door::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::hears the rumbling of thunder far away, stand and crosses to the study window looking at the clouds in the distance::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
:: she uneasily unlocks her door and bolts down to the shrill whistling in the distance::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: loosens Durnham's collar, tries to make the old man comfortable ::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::whispers:: Constable: I don't know but when I got close to our friend their for some reason I just felt this sharp pain and collapsed where I stood.

Host The_Visitor says:
::Begins to move on::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Sees the Mr. Durnham laying on the ground beside the constable and tries to push herself to go faster::

Constable_Chambers says:
Durnham: Rest easy, man. I'll bring ya to the Doctor.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::reluctantly allows herself to be dragged.::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::walks through the center of town on his way to the Old Mill Inn, see's the constable dealing with....who? Can't see::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
Self: Yup a fall rain.  ::goes up stairs to be sure all the windows are closed::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: looks up to see Dr. Taylor approaching, shouts :: Taylor: Doctor! It's Old Man Durnham! He's taken ill!

Martha_Harold says:
::looks up at the sky as they walk to the street::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Runs up beside the constable:: Constable: what.. huff.. happened.. puff?

Martha_Harold says:
::hears someone yelling in the distance::

Martha_Harold says:
::looks up at her sister in alarm::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Begins checking his pulse::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::joins the gathering crowd, just stands watching::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::falls into an unconscious state at the sight of the visitor walking into town::

Constable_Chambers says:
Taylor: I dunno, Doctor. I was talking with a stranger on the edge o' town, when all of a sudden Mr. Durnham here collapsed. He says he had a sharp pain when it happened.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::quickens her pace.::

Martha_Harold says:
::looks up and down the street::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::sees the crowd and hurries over with Martha in tow.::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
Constable: did he say where he felt the pain?

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::Nods:: Constable: Constable Chambers, anything I can do to help? ::uneasily eyes the visitor::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::notices Jeremiah and stops short.::

Martha_Harold says:
::tries to see through the crowd::

Constable_Chambers says:
Taylor: Nah. That's all he told me, poor fella.

Host The_Visitor says:
::The Visitor has seemingly disappeared into the crowd::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
:;avoids Elizabeth’s look, turns away::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::moves from room to room, of course finding a window open in Jeremiah's room.  He grins and shakes his head as he crosses to close it::

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  It's old man Durham!  What happened?  Is he dead?

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Begins pushing in on his stomach looking for something::

Constable_Chambers says:
Jeremiah: Dunno, lad. We'll take our orders from the Doctor here.

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Constable: Then I'll be off. Good day all ::hurries off to the Inn::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::regains somewhat of a consciousness:: Taylor: Doctor, please get me to my room. ::slips back into his unconscious state::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::Looks up:: Constable: I need help to carry him to the clinic.

Constable_Chambers says:
Taylor: Aye, Doctor.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::turns her back on Jeremiah.:: Martha: Hush! The man just had some vapors is all.

Martha_Harold says:
::wonders what "vapors" are::

Martha_Harold says:
::looks at the old man closely to see if there is any steam or anything coming off him::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::just notices the crowd that had formed::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::Arrives at the Inn to find Daniel, already half drunk at the bar:: Daniel: Do you miss civilization as much as I do? Barkeep: One shot, one beer please

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::thinks this is no place for a child and begins to lead her away.::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: picks up Durnham as though he were a child :: Taylor: After you, Doctor.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
Martha: How about a pop from the pharmacy?

Martha_Harold says:
::struggles a bit until the pop is mentioned::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::gets up and begins heading up the street::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
<Daniel> You came from this pittance of a town? ::slurring his speech::

Martha_Harold says:
::cheers up::  Elizabeth:  Okay!

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::smiles and nods at the neighbors as she leads her through the crowd.::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: follows the Doctor ::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::takes the shot, downs it, chases it with a beer:: Daniel: No place like home!  ::clinks his glass to his:: Cheers.

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::starts to ramble:: Self: We have to...We have to regain mai... ::goes out again::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::finally reaches the clinic and holds open the door for the Constable::

Constable_Chambers says:
Durnham: Whazzat, Mr. Durnham?

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::moves back down the stairs and into the study, stopping to put one more log onto the fire.  For some reason there's a stronger chill in the room::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Daniel: You know Daniel, a one horse town isn't bad. As long as you own the horse ::laughs::

Martha_Harold says:
::babbles incessantly::  Elizabeth:  What sorta pop do you think they'll have?  Can we get some candy too, etc.

Jeremiah_Terry says:
<Daniel>: Smartass

Constable_Chambers says:
:: eases Durnham through the door :: Taylor: Where d'ya want him, Doctor?

Rebecca_Taylor says:
Constable: on the table. ::she points to her desk which is completely clear::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Barkeep: Buy this man a drink. And another round for myself as well:: tosses some of his dads money on the bar::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
::sees someone although it be blurry and believes it to be someone else:: Constable: Joe, you came back...Did you get word to the Captain? Huh...did ya?

Host The_Visitor says:
::Is suddenly beside Jeremiah. His voice has changed ... it is now female:: Jeremiah Terry.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::is listening with half an ear.:: Martha: You know you can't eat that many sweets.......

Constable_Chambers says:
:: places Durnham gently on the desk and steps back ::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::hurries off to a back room where she appears from once again with the normal medical apparatus’::

Martha_Harold says:
::continues babbling about nothing in particular as they walk up the street::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::startled:: Visitor: Who.. who are you. Close the damn door there’s a chill in here!

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::shaken::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::leads Martha into the pharmacy::

Old_Man_Durnham says:
Constable: We gotta stop that man, Joe it's our orders, we have to stop that man he is infecting the... ::continues to pass out::

Martha_Harold says:
::eyes light up as she looks around the shop::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::takes out his pipe taps it a few times and then fills it with tobacco.  He takes a lighting wick from the mantle and stoops to light it and then holds it to his pipe.  Puffs, repacks the tobacco and then lights the pipe to an even burn::

Constable_Chambers says:
:: scratches his head, trying to make out Durnham's babbling ::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::walks up to the man laying on the table and begins taking his temperature, etc..::

Host The_Visitor says:
::The door closes with a quick gust of wind. She pulls back her hat and her rags to reveal a beautiful red-headed woman, apparently of Irish descent:: My name is ... well, we'll get to that eventually. I would like to speak with you.

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::hands Martha a penny:: Martha: Choose wisely!

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::softens:: Visitor: We'll get to that? Perhaps you might explain yourself a little better. Miss?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::looks around the pharmacy and walks over to the ribbons.::

Martha_Harold says:
Elizabeth:  Oh boy!  Thanks:  ::takes the penny and starts looking around::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::whispers:: Daniel, who is this?

Rebecca_Taylor says:
Constable: do you understand what he is saying?

Jeremiah_Terry says:
<Daniel> ::passes out on the bar::

Martha_Harold says:
::looks over all the candy::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::once again he settles into the big chair, glasses in at the tip of his nose.  He begins to read the book as smoke drifts lazily up into the air::

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::begins to sort through the ribbons rather dreamily.::

Constable_Chambers says:
Taylor: Can't say as I do, Doctor. Poor fella seems to be delirious... but o' course, that's your field, not mine.

Martha_Harold says:
::picks up a lollipop and inspects it closely::

Host The_Visitor says:
::Smiles:: Terry: I'd like to think of myself as Opportunity Knocking.

Jeremiah_Terry says:
::Slams back a beer:: Visitor: Is that so. Then maybe you'd like to have a drink with us...::looks at the passed out Daniel:: Or rather...Me.

Martha_Harold says:
::takes the lollipop and her penny to the counter::

Host The_Visitor says:
::Takes a seat:: Terry: If that is what it takes to talk with one of the Greats ... then certainly ...

Rebecca_Taylor says:
::continues running her examination::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::hears the clock chime the half hour and reluctantly he puts the book away.  time to check in with the Constable.  He grabs his coat , English bowler, and his silver walking stick, then thinking better of it he takes replaces his cane and take an umbrella instead.  He heads out through the front door for the town's constabulary.::

Jeremiah_Terry says:
Visitor: The greats? Why you must be referring to ::picks up Daniels head by the scruff of his neck:: No....I suppose not.....the great.......lover?

Martha_Harold says:
::makes her purchase::

Host The_Visitor says:
::Laughs:: Terry: I'm afraid the liquor will not affect me that much. I'm talking about one of the greatest writers of all time. One who sees what this world is all about, and puts it down to paper. ::Looks deep into his eyes:: And you have been seeing ... haven't you?

Elizabeth_Harold says:
::looks around for Martha and seeing that she's almost done, puts down the ribbons and walks towards the door.::

Host Judge_Edward_Terry says:
::tips his hat to one of the town's ladies as he walks down the street, still puffing on his his pipe::

Martha_Harold says:
::the lady behind the counter reminds her of her mummy.  Wonders if she'll ever come home from the asylum::

Rebecca_Taylor says:
continues not understanding what was wrong though running test by test with no result::

Host The_Visitor says:
PAUSE THE TALE