Mitchell had come back here to run the theater, but over the past two weeks very little had happened in that respect. Frequent trips home to spend mostly milling around Herrick's funeral home had made that close to impossible. (Nevermind the fact he didn't particularly relish talking to anyone here.)
But early in the morning, he finally made his way down -- or rather up, to change the signs outside the theater and check that everything was working okay.
MYSTERY SIGN THEATER 3000
IS NOW
PLAYING:
BONES OF FROSTAND
HERE COME THE DEMONS Possibly he was trying to make some kind of point. Possibly not.
[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]