Putting the pieces together
Geoffrey loved his new home, make no mistake. He loved every moment he spent there, and in fact he thought it was the second best thing that had happened to him since he'd fallen down the rabbit hole and landed on a beach. But he still found himself making the trek up to the compound fairly regularly, making the rounds of the kitchen, the bookshelf, and occasionally the laundry room though today, thankfully, was not laundry day.
No, today the bookshelf had given him a selection made entirely of blank notebooks: black notebooks, red notebooks, notebooks with an antique map on the front, with Spongebob Squarepants on the front, notebooks with white pages, notebooks with pink pages, notebooks with faded and waterstained pages. He was up to his ears in bloody notebooks. Only when he selected one and actually removed it from the shelf -- a thicker book with narrow rule on the pages, and a picture of Michaelangelo's David on the cover -- was he offered anything with actual words already present on its pages.
The experience, frustrating as it was, intrigued him. Frightened him a little, but intrigued him all the same. Of the wide variety of tomes now offered him, from Aristotle to Maya Angelou, he finally, after a great deal of consideration, selected a book on the interpretation of dreams and with both it and his fresh notebook in hand, found himself a place to sit down.
Despite his determination, and despite his promises, it was hard to let the idea that this was all a form of madness go.
[summary: Geoffrey talks to Joe Dick about nudity, elections, and what it's really like to be haunted. Kei comes looking for her cat, who seems to have taken a liking to Geoffrey. Mamet overcomes his fear of the compound to spend time with someone he knows has got his back. Benton Fraser informs Geoffrey that due to the possibility of a serial killer on the loose, Geoffrey should stay at the compound for the next couple of days.]
No, today the bookshelf had given him a selection made entirely of blank notebooks: black notebooks, red notebooks, notebooks with an antique map on the front, with Spongebob Squarepants on the front, notebooks with white pages, notebooks with pink pages, notebooks with faded and waterstained pages. He was up to his ears in bloody notebooks. Only when he selected one and actually removed it from the shelf -- a thicker book with narrow rule on the pages, and a picture of Michaelangelo's David on the cover -- was he offered anything with actual words already present on its pages.
The experience, frustrating as it was, intrigued him. Frightened him a little, but intrigued him all the same. Of the wide variety of tomes now offered him, from Aristotle to Maya Angelou, he finally, after a great deal of consideration, selected a book on the interpretation of dreams and with both it and his fresh notebook in hand, found himself a place to sit down.
Despite his determination, and despite his promises, it was hard to let the idea that this was all a form of madness go.
[summary: Geoffrey talks to Joe Dick about nudity, elections, and what it's really like to be haunted. Kei comes looking for her cat, who seems to have taken a liking to Geoffrey. Mamet overcomes his fear of the compound to spend time with someone he knows has got his back. Benton Fraser informs Geoffrey that due to the possibility of a serial killer on the loose, Geoffrey should stay at the compound for the next couple of days.]