Vortex

Version Indigo

"I know it's strange for me to be calling," Stone said into the phone. "It's just that, well things are really getting strange. And I don't know who else to call. Now that Riveta is..."

He glanced around at the street through the smudged and graffitied windows on the phone booth.

"Things just feel weird is all. And you used to be into all that New Age stuff. And I know I used to tease you about it all the time. So this can be your big 'I told you so'..."

Stone absently patted the revolver holstered at the small of his back.

"Like, for example, the other day I ran into Charlie from the service, then a couple of hours later I saw the guy who owned Stinger's. What are the chances, running into people from two different chapters of my life like that, on the same day? But get this... I saw them both when I was out visiting with Horner and Plastic Ken... They were both in town... On the same day..."

Stone started slightly when a car alarm went off nearby.

"And seeing Ken and Horner got me in the mind to call Waters... and it turns out he's going to be in town next Friday, the same day I was about to suggest I come visit him..." His voice was getting more excited. "Plus, there was a link of a comedy clip going around the station email, from this old show, and the two guys on the clip were both on the same talk show last night - total coincidence!" 

Stone took a deep breath.

"I don't know if this makes any sense... I guess I just needed to tell someone. Listen, you don't need to call me back or anything. I hope Carl is doing well. And please give my love to the kids, ok? I mean, if you think that's alright... Anyway... Take care, Colleen."

He hung up the phone.

Vesper Bell

Version Crimson B2

Riveta glanced over at the Brownstone and didn't see any signs of movement. She had been here for couple of hours, waiting for a sign or signal of some sort.

"This is nuts," she said softly. Her car radio was on, playing a faded hit from long ago and she found herself humming along to the song.

Her gun, cellphone, a pack of gum, and a dime-store novel were on the passenger seat. As well as three styrofoam cups of empty coffee.

She knew that she had drank one coffee too many since she had the urge to go to the bathroom, but she didn't want to leave her post. Not yet.

"Well Professor, whatever it is that's supposed to be here isn't," she muttered again. She chuckled at the notion of talking to herself. 

An eerily glowing light emanated from the top floor of the brownstone window.

Showtime, said Riveta. She grabbed the stick of gum and the three empty coffee cups and exited the car.

Who's Watching Me?

Status Report on Subject A-443-C

Blog Entry:

Ever get the feeling that you are constantly watched? I do. Though, it could be a mild sense of paranoia kicking in.

I do have this vague feeling though that someone(s) watching my every move. But that is strange isn't it? Why would someone be watching me?

The Modification of Mu

Version Charlie Ten 1.9

Simon put down the paper; he had given the news a glance over and read only the stories that caught his eye.

The past few days were unraveling on a strange course and he couldn't remember what he did yesterday.

"Coffee?" the waitress asked him.

"No, not really," Simon replied as he flashed the young waitress a pearly smile. "I would like some more tea, though."

She smiled back at him and nodded. "Right away, sire."

'Sire', now that's an odd term, he thought. He was about to say something more to the waitress but she had moved on to another table to top off a couple of cups.

Coffee. You need coffee.