Chapter 45

“Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream,” rang through Beatrice’s head, not only because they were in a boat, but also because her mother was singing it at the top of her lungs, with Pepe howling in the background. Arthur sighed, audibly annoyed.

“What’s next?” Beatrice called over the crashing waves.

“Hopefully land,” grunted Arthur.

Just then, Beatrice heard a loud mechanical buzz coming up behind them.  It was a helicopter! Pepe, whose favorite pastime was chasing cars, tried leaping out of the boat, but was caught in mid air by Beatrice’s mother moments before plunging into the dark abyss. The helicopter slowed to a hover shining lights upon their dingy.  

“They found us!” Beatrice’s mother wailed, “I knew it was too good to be true.”

But Arthur sat smiling casually, seemingly unperturbed.

Arthur’s team popped their heads out of the helicopter, calling out to reassure the boat’s passengers everything would be okay, and they would soon be safe.

However, they soon found everything would not be okay. Because at that very moment a behemoth of a whale leaped out of the choppy ocean, hitting the helicopter with a flick of its tail and sending it spinning. Arthur’s team began yelling a series of expletives followed by some very official sounding numbers and concluded with Bobby screaming, “Abort mission!” One by one, they put on their helicopter hats and flew away, leaving Beatrice, her mother, and Arthur stranded once again.

Baffled, the three sat in the boat silently. Even Pepe didn’t move an inch.  Time seemed to have stopped.

After what felt like centuries passed, Arthur spoke. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

They sat a little while longer, unsure if Arthur’s team would come back and wondering what would happen if they didn’t.

Suddenly, as if answering their prayers, the water around them began to bubble and churn. The boat rocked perilously; Beatrice’s mother shivered. Looking to her right, Beatrice could see something moving in the water. She feared the whale was returning destined to sink their small boat.

POP

It wasn’t a whale, but the large metal hull of a submarine appeared instead.  As it settled parallel to them, the hatch on the top of the submarine creaked open. Climbing out of the vessel was someone Beatrice recognized, but could not place due to the individual’s uniformed attire and department issued cap.  

“That’s my boss,” Arthur leaned in and whispered.  Beatrice didn’t have to look to know Arthur was smiling and saluting.  

“Ma’am,” he said.

“Arthur,” she replied, “Beatrice, Tess.  Your work has been phenomenal.  Because of you we have finally been able to infiltrate the cousins and will be stopping them from any further terror.  We will need you to confirm the identities of each of them, and verify that none are missing.”

Her voice was what allowed Beatrice to identify, Arthur’s boss as…

 

 

 

Hillary Clinton.

#notmypresident #stillwithher  

 

Epilogue

The four of them, Arthur, Beatrice, her mother, and Pepe were able to identify all of the cousins, but one remained unaccounted for – Beatrice’s father.  

  • M.M. Gavin

Chapter 42

Beatrice moved hurriedly down the hall reaching a stairwell and sprinting up two steps at a time. She reached the top, violently crashing into someone.  Flailing her arms and on the brink of flying back down the stairs, she thought, I guess he lied, they’ll never let me leave.  As she thought of her foiled escape, a firm but familiar hand grasped her shoulder and grabbed her wildly moving arm, pulling her back to the landing.

“Beatrice!” the being said in a hushed surprise.  “Arthur?” she questioned. They looked at each other in disbelief.

“My dad-”

“They said we could go”

“- He said I could go”

“Can you believe it?”

“Where is my mother?”

“Your dad?”

Tired of the unmoving banter, Beatrice gripped Arthur’s hand, dragging him forward.  Arthur continued to blurt a series of questions, the same questions they had been contemplating since Janelle moved in down the street.

Half-way down the hall Beatrice slowed.  She had a vague memory of walking up here as a kid.  Uncle Gerald had the room two doors from the stairs on the right Grandma and Grandpa had the big room at the end of the hall.  Her mother and father had the room on the eastern corner of the house with many windows, so her mother could see the sunrise.  Of course they would keep her mother and Arthur there.  When she reached the room Arthur had stopped babbling and looked at Beatrice with astonishment.  

“How did you know which room?  Did he tell you?”

“I remember this room as a kid.”

Inside her mother turned to them with her eyes wide; Pepe waddled – he really had put on weight – with excitement toward them.  

“I need something to wear and then we need to leave.  Now,” Beatrice demanded.

Arthur nodded in agreement, but said nothing. His face was blank, though Beatrice knew he was contemplating.  

“They are letting us go for a reason,” he said solemnly.  

“I agree, but I am not letting them know and I am leaving,” Beatrice declared, “We can figure out what their plan is once we are out of here and in contact with your colleagues.  

“What did you dad say to you, Beatrice?”

“Your father is here,” gasped her mother.  

“Yep,” replied Beatrice changing into a pair of purple tie-dye jeans, probably from Janelle’s teen years, which she found crumpled in the closet.  “Good thing I lost weight,” she mumbled to herself.

“Anyway, he has been there the whole time, watching us.  He said he ‘needs me’ for them to be successful again.”  Fully clothed, she tosses her mom a coat, scoops Pepe off the floor, and walks to the door.  Striding right up to Arthur, Beatrice says, “For three years, we had a marvelously stable life.  The past several months have been insane, but I know who you are and what you can do.  Get us out of here.  Please.”

He stared, astonished by how much she had changed, knowing he would do whatever she asked.

“Let’s go.”

-M.R. Gavin

Chapter 40

“You look beautiful,” said a low, gravely voice.

Sure, thought Beatrice, in this disgusting room, in a nightgown I wash in the sink, with my extremely unkempt hair.  I look like a fucking queen.

“The last time I saw you was in this very room.  I tucked you in.  It feels like just yesterday.”

The memory you cling to, I threw away years ago, Beatrice taunted in her head, counting paint chips all the while.

She heard the floorboards creak.  More precisely, she heard the sixth board into the room creaking, most likely being stepped on by his right foot.  The constant comings and goings of her cousins had given away that much.  She listened to the hesitant steps continue toward her, but never turned.

“I wanted to see you so many times since then.  It’s not like I wasn’t near.  Every time your cousins visited you, I was nearby. In fact, I coordinated most of their trips, hoping to see you.”

Knowing the room’s precise size, Beatrice side-stepped his hand at the exact moment he reached for her shoulder.  His signature move of comfort.

“When your mother took you away from me, she destroyed me.”

Beatrice finally turned, tilting her head, “Destroyed you?  Like you and my cousins have destroyed so many others?  Destroyed you?  When you tried to turn us into the monsters of mayhem you all are?  Seeing as it didn’t stop you from ruining lives, I am sure it didn’t destroy you.”

She turned resolutely, scolding herself for saying anything, and resolving not to say another word.

If there had been another person in the room, they would have seen how alike Beatrice and her guest were.  Similar defensive posture, the same mousy brown hair, round faces, each with a slightly too small nose, and too big ears.  Their resemblance was unmistakable; the primary difference was Beatrice’s hazel eyes, and petite mouth (in those regards she favored her mother).    

He had left his hand floating in the air while she spoke; slowly dropping it, he asked, “Would you mind if I sit on the bed?”  Receiving no answer, he quietly sat down – every spring in the bed squeaking.

“I know that what happened that day was horrible for you, but that is just what we do.  We aren’t just destroyers of the lives of people we don’t know… we are equally as mean to each other.  It is what we do, who we are.  We have to,” he sighed.

“I don’t know how much you know, but the reason the rest of your cousins brought you and your mother with them is because your grandfather passed away, leaving me as head of the family.  I needed to see you again.  To talk to you.  I ordered them not to leave without you this time.”  His voice had a sudden youthful joy as he finished, “And now we can finally be successful again.”

-M.R. Gavin

Chapter 38

Beatrice was torn.  Now she could remember her life, blips and memories she forced herself to suppress, but those memories brought new questions, and opened old scars.  She thought perhaps those had been better forgotten.  

Despite lacking the lengthy training of Arthur and his coworkers, and despite her current pallor and frailty, her mind jumped into hyper-drive.  

“Mom, they won’t let you stay in here long,” she whispered, “especially if they realize what just happened to me.”

“What did just happen to you, Birdie?  Did you really not know?  You seemed stunned -”

“It doesn’t matter now.  My cousins’ technical advantage no longer exists, though I expect they have another surprise coming our way.”

Her mother stared at her bewildered, but unable to break her gaze.  Birdie transformed in front of her.  She walked into a sickly looking woman with deadened eyes and a fatigued spirit, but suddenly Birdie had not just a glow in her eyes, but a flame lighting her face and an urgency pulsing from every atom of her being.   It reminded her of Beatrice’s father and why she was captivated by him.  He was the adventure she could never get enough of, and the most painful adventure she ever had.  Beatrice’s change was contagious.  Tess felt her heart rate increasing, and her senses heightening.

“What are you going to do?” her mother stammered.

“I need you to tell Arthur that I remember – everything.  You seem to have the most freedom here, see if you can convince them to let me, too.  Finally, I know about everyone who was at my apartment and Arthur’s, but I can’t help but feel we are missing something.  I think more than my generation are here.  We need to know as much about that as possible.”

Her mother took a deep breath and closed her eyes – practicing a memory mantra.  “I carry my tasks with me and commit them to memory,” she mumbled three times.

“Now,” she started straightening up, “if you say it is so important they don’t know, it is our turn to act.”  She immediately resumed fiddling with Pepe’s collar, but kept up the chatter.  

“Your gruesome second cousins have also discussed dyeing poor Pepe – with Kool-Aid!  They said Great-Aunt Millie told them about doing it to a cat, naturally they want to test it out.  Janelle was holding Roderick yesterday and I could not help notice his resemblance to your grandfather, Gerald the First.  Especially with his fat, bald head,” she continued, droning on about family members Beatrice had not heard of in years.

She quickly realized her mother was already fulfilling one of her requests – information about everyone at the house.  Her mother flawlessly pieced together a monologue sounding like complaints to any of the cousins, but giving Beatrice a wealth of information.

Soon, her mother was ushered out, leaving Beatrice to consider her mother’s information, her new-found memories and the wounds they reopened.  She fell asleep staring at the cross-stitched, violet flower she and her grandmother made years ago.
-M.R. Gavin

Chapter 34

Arthur stared at Beatrice with a mixture of amusement and longing as she laughed.  He desperately wanted to divulge the plan to Beatrice; knowing would ease her mind and potentially grant him forgiveness, but he knew for the good of the world and the end of the cousins’ reign, Beatrice couldn’t know.  Realizing this, Arthur turned away shaken and aware he would never be forgiven.

As Beatrice’s laughter diminished, she glanced at Arthur’s back and with a chuckle said, “So my routine and focus prevent some of the blips, but now more than ever, I am having blips in my memory.  Why?  I know this house has something to do with my past.  The flower on the wall feels familiar, but I can’t place it because every time I think about it too much, I blip.  Explain.”

“That’s the thing,” Arthur said, his back still turned and head bowed, “Somehow your blips have latched onto other things.  Our theory, which is getting stronger by the minute, is your brain has grown so focused even memories of chaotic periods in your life blip.  It seems, as if your head has created its own defense mechanism.”

“Fine.  I have two more questions, and then I will bang on the door until they unlock it and get you out.  First, do you blip or was that all a facade?”

“What I said about Janelle is true.  It’s in the details.  The cousins discovered our missing detail was where they disappear to.  Somehow they manipulated the blip.  Anytime one of them shares where they go, the listener blips.  Their ability to understand and -”

“Second question,” Beatrice interrupted plainly, “have you figured out where they go?  Is this it?”

After taking a deep breath, Arthur locked eyes with Beatrice; he wanted to give her the answer she longed for, but didn’t have it.

“No.”

Beatrice dropped her shoulders, her eyes fell to the floor, her entire body screamed defeat.  In the span of two minutes she went from laughing hysterically, to shaking uncontrollably.

Arthur’s gut reaction was to offer comfort.  He walked toward her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.  She pulled away from his touch with shocking intensity.  

She stood, and made her way to the door.  Lifting her fist, she pulled it back to beat down the door, but Arthur stalled her hand.

“If you do that now, you won’t know all the things I have learned since being here.  Things that will help you get back to your life.”

“My life doesn’t exist anymore. I am no more than a pawn,” she said ripping her hand from Arthur and striding to the far side of the room.

“What if it is about your family?  And I don’t mean your cousins,” Arthur questioned.

Beatrice tilted her head – not unlike Pepe when he wanted a treat – and raised her eyebrows, inviting Arthur to continue.

“Your family is here.  Your mom and Pepe obviously, but also -“

Blip.

-M.R. Gavin

Chapter 32

Arthur couldn’t take his eyes off Beatrice.  He knew they had not been kind, but this was beyond anything he imagined.  Her nightgown clung to her body, and lines of her bones jutted through it; her hair was stringy and matted, but what startled Arthur the most was the pure fury and hatred her eyes flung at him.  

Surprisingly, it reminded him of their first official meeting.  He had been watching her diligently for weeks and had learned the depth of her routine, which she broke for nothing.  His job was to make himself a part of it.  He started by casually passing her in the dairy aisle, where he would grab milk and cream cheese, and she would pass on the left to get plain yogurt.  Then, he began to go to the movies every Saturday, but to the showing after Beatrice’s so they crossed paths.  It was at the cinema, he made his move on Beatrice.  As he entered, Beatrice exited focused on her quiet, isolation.  She made it almost too easy for Arthur to trip into her, popcorn flying above them and coke splattering her face and blouse.  Looked up and actually saw Arthur for the first time, Arthur thought she would kill him then and there.  Her fury took several weeks to dissipate, lessening each week as they attended the same film, Arthur prepared with a small popcorn and drink, which he handed her, following her into the theatre,and sitting a few seats away.  Eventually, they would sit together.

Arthur’s memory rapidly shut as Janelle’s snickering returned his thoughts to the present.  Janelle.  Janelle, Gerald Jr. and Gerald Sr.  Why hadn’t Arthur been able to see it before?  They could simply not let a member of their family escape.  Beatrice had to be one of them and by making her hate him, they just might be able to not only have her with them, but also be a willing participant of their destructive path.

Beatrice glared at him, then back to Janelle.  She didn’t know who she wanted to scream at first, or what she needed to ask them.  Ultimately, she decided to ignore Arthur; he didn’t even deserve her hate.  To her, he would no longer exist.  

“Janelle,” Beatrice said anger seeping through every utterance, “Why do I blip?  WHY can’t I remember?  WHY can’t I hear or see or even think about certain things?”

Janelle began, “Birdie, there are reasons, but I have never been told why, or even how.  All I know” she shrugged, “is that he knows.”  Casually gesturing to Arthur, Janelle’s grin flickered between amusement and anger.  

“As I said, we used these blips to our benefit, but unfortunately, we are not totally immune.  Arthur, has been most uncooperative and only agreed to disclose the information upon seeing you.”

“Those weren’t the only terms,” he quietly interjected; turning to Beatrice with an unfamiliar look in his eyes, “You get to know, too.

-M.R. Gavin

Chapter 30

Uninterrupted darkness.  Another endless black abyss.  

Ended abruptly by a flash of blinding light, and a sudden saturation of ice cold water.  Stunned and gasping Beatrice screamed, shot up, and began shaking uncontrollably. Her little room and antiquated quilt were the same, but the light filling the room had the intensity of the sun, the air combined with the ice cold water chilled her to the core.  Cousins filled her small prison.  Gerald Jr. stood snickering with an empty bucket.  Every second generation cousin was screaming their heads off.  Despite the pale pink nighty being soaked through, her throat was drier than a Christmas tree on Christmas after not having been watered since Thanksgiving.  Her head was spinning as she turned and turned trying to account for all the people in this tiny, brilliantly lit space.  She sniffed in search for the tiniest remnant of her mother’s perfume, and the loathed – though welcome – smell of Pepe after rolling his way through the dog park.

She gawked at the cousins. All just as she remembered them, unlike her sickly looking self, but even louder.  Head still spinning she tried to speak, “Where’s my mother?” her voice croaked.  No one answered, no one even seemed to register the sound of her voice.  Beatrice’s eyes refused to focus.  They swept back and forth looking for signs of her mother; when everyone else’s’ heads stopped spinning (though the yelling and screaming proceeded as if on loop), she concluded her mother was absent from this “revival,” as was Arthur.  She could only hope her mother was safe and Arthur gone forever.

Gradually, Beatrice began to focus on what she could see, trying her best to ignore what she could hear, and push aside the now howling grumble of her stomach.  She started by focusing on Janelle’s youngest.  He appeared the same, maybe a bit bigger than she remembered, but screaming at the top of his lungs with unhinged glee.  From him, she shifted her gaze to Janelle, who stood unblinking, baby on her popped hip, and a quizzical, yet not unfriendly look.  For an instant, Beatrice recalled the photo, Gerald Sr. and toddler Janelle, oddly reminiscent of how Janelle and her son looked now.  She scanned the room to find the unknown figure from the photo, but he was not there.  Coming back to Janelle, she sighed; Janelle had not stopped watching her for a moment.

They gazed at each other for what felt like an eternity.  Janelle slowly tilted her head, never shifting her intent stare.  Raising her hand, everyone in the room stood immobilized and silent.  The silence was almost as overwhelming as the uninterrupted screaming in its stark and unsettling contrast.  Everyone looked at her expectantly.  Janelle quietly announced, “I believe it is time you and I have a chat.”  Cousins began filing out the single door; Janelle’s handed her son to his father, but never broke her stare.  “Oh,” she said playfully, “and send him in.”

-M.R. Gavin

Chapter 28

Beatrice drifted.  She had no idea where she was, how many days passed, who looked in on her.  Hearing whispers, she stirred briefly, but understood none of what was said.  At one point she awoke to several heads looming over her own, though the world went black too quickly for recognition.  However, she did experience a few periods of lucidity, when she heard the voices of Arthur and her cousins, but was unable to respond.   Those were torturous moments with Beatrice trapped inside her own mind.  She heard and understood what they said, but none of it made sense.  Screaming in her head and demanding they take her to her mother, sent her back to the darkness quickly and without relieve.

This quasi present state of being combined with the betrayal she felt eliminated Beatrice’s hope.  She dreamt of the horrors her cousins previously performed, of the future damage they plotted.  She thought about how they had always been in her life, disappear and appearing time and time again. Her thoughts both conscious and unconscious were consumed with terrifying scenarios – real and imagined.  Gradually, Beatrice remained conscious for longer periods, but could not decipher where she was.  From what she could see, she was in an extremely small room, in an even smaller bed.   Although she felt full, she could never remember eating; despite hearing whispers, she never fully awoke when they were near.  The utter darkness only furthered her confusion.  

She succumbed to confusion and retreated into horrific nightmares.  Beginning to accept whatever this was as her eternal fate, she replayed her life in her head.  She reminisced in reverse, considering the events that had brought her to this abysmal stasis, and remembering her cousins invasions through the years.  Recalling the day her mother called to inform her of her unexpected visit, she fondly thought of her pristine, but woefully unmemorable apartment and her unchanging, precise routine. Retreating further into her mind, she reenacted every moment with her cousins, until she realized her first memory was of Gerald Jr. biting her finger and taking her stuffed elephant.  Her mother swooped in with a purple polka dot band aid, wiping her tears, singing “Yellow Submarine” and shooing Gerald Jr. out of sight.

With that memory, she began wondering about the lineage of her cousins.  They were always around, but her mother never really explained how they were related.  To be honest, even Beatrice’s father was a mystery.  All she knew was her mother took many adventures, followed her whims, and Beatrice’s father was one of them.  Because of his absence and her cousins presence, she always assumed her mother was just her usual unusual self and rebelled from the rest of her family.  But the more she sequestered into her dark room and her tormented mind, the more she considered strange her mother and cousins’ relationship was.  Her mother was as distraught as Beatrice at the appearance of her cousins.  Plus, her mother shared no resemblance to any of them.  

Suddenly, there was light.

-M.R. Gavin

 

Chapter 26

Beatrice knew the final day for the cousins plan was approaching.  Although she was blind to what the cousins would actually do, she was hopeful Arthur and his team had pieced it together and would be ready for them.  She had seen her cousins plotting so many elements but collectively they lacked cohesion and seem senseless.  Beatrice was aware of a few key locations: a bank, a school, a doll hospital, a pizza parlor, a bikram yoga studio, each located at different parts of the city.  While contemplating everything she was aware of, her plan took shape.  She would go to all the locations she knew of and observe.  Look for things out of place, potential hazards, good lookout points and hiding places, what else was near each location, anything with allure to her devious cousins.

With her plan in mind, she simply had to evade her cousins, a difficult feat with Janelle following her everywhere.  Involving Arthur could be the best way to get rid of Janelle – she was very invested in their relationship.  He most certainly knew how to shake a tail.  In addition, she hadn’t seen or heard from Arthur in over a week, and attributed the radio silence to his team having a major breakthrough.  She wanted to know the details and do her own searching.  It was a win-win situation.

Arthur’s phone went straight to voicemail; Beatrice left a flirty message sighing over how much she missed him, and promising him a romantic evening.  This would at least help convince her cousins of her intentions. She got ready, but instead of the sleek ponytail she wore last time, she curled her hair, did smokey eyes, added her bright red lipstick, skinny jeans, and the sexiest top she owned; she even considered wearing three inch heels, but opted for a more practical boots.  Walking out to her kitchen, Janelle’s jaw dropped.

“Birdie, wow!  You must have a very special evening tonight,” she crooned.  “Yes,” Beatrice replied flatly, “and I was hoping you would do me the courtesy of leaving us alone tonight, especially since it is unlikely my relationship with Arthur will last much longer since you plan on kidnapping my mother and I when all of your charades are complete.”

Janelle smiled sweetly back, “But of course, and Birdie, it isn’t like that.  You will see.”  As she turned to leave, she swept up her youngest, singing, “Ta ta Auntie Te Te, enjoy your evening, Birdie!”  and sauntered out the door.  

With Janelle gone, Beatrice looked at her mother, “I am off to Arthur’s.  I will explain when I get back.  Wish me luck!”  She pecked her mother on the cheek, gave Pepe a scratch on the head, and left.

In the apartment building across the parking lot, Janelle was already on the phone.  “The final phase is beginning.  The bird is in route to the weasel.  I repeat the bird is in route to the weasel.  Everyone take your positions.”

-M.R.Gavin

Chapter 24

Arthur stood speechless. Gerald Sr. had not yet made an appearance during this invasion.  Most of Arthur’s team assumed the reins were passed down to the younger generation, while their parents relaxed on a beach enjoying their spoils.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Gerald Sr. said gruffly pushing past a stoney faced Arthur.

“Your team has improved since you started tracking us,” he glanced around Arthur’s cramped apartment, quickly inspecting screens with live feeds, computers with calculations, maps, charts and photographs.

He turned to look at Arthur, grinning, “The family tree is wrong.  Janelle is Dolly’s daughter, not mine.”

Arthur was in utter shock.  He could hear the things Gerald Sr. said, but was stunned by his mere presence and mass.  He couldn’t help but think of the first time he saw Gerald Sr.  It was the cousins first appearance, since Arthur joined the team.  Although he mostly did research and tracking, an undercover clerk was needed unexpectedly.  Eager to prove himself and to interact with the conniving cousins, Arthur volunteered.  He went to work undercover, expecting Gerald Jr. to buy or steal athletic supplies.  Gerald Jr. never showed; Senior walked into the store, a massive man, with a huge head, dark, intelligent eyes, and shoulders as wide as the doorway.  Arthur thought briefly of a train bearing down at him as Gerald Sr. approached.  He quickly resumed his undercover work.  “Find everything you need, sir?”  Gerald Sr. smirked, “Now I have.” His hand moved, grabbing Arthur’s collar with surprising speed.  “Tell your boss, you will never catch us.” He set Arthur down, threw some cash at him, and marched out with his purchase as though nothing had happened.

Arthur looked at Gerald Sr. now, still the same menacing presence, but a head of grey – instead of black – hair.  

“I remember you, too,” smiled Gerald, “we were both younger then, more sprightly.”

“You didn’t come here to reminisce about old times.  Get it over with.  Wipe our computers, fry our surveillance, kill me if that’s what you are after,” Arthur huffed.

“Kill you?” Gerald Sr. scoffed, “Why would we kill you?  We need you.  You are an essential piece of our plan and have done quite a number on my niece, Birdie.  She’s head over heals for you.”

Arthur, feeling the blood rush to his face, replied, “Then why are you here?”

“By now I am sure you have discovered how we can manipulate things so you hear only what we want you to hear.  We also are responsible for Beatrice being unable to hear or see certain things.  I know it is frustrating her, and it must be quite distracting for you.”

Arthur watched as Gerald Sr. meandered around his apartment.  “I came to give you a message and a gift.  Time is up.  We will succeed.  Say goodbye to Beatrice – you won’t be seeing her again.  Good bye, Arthur.”

“The gift?”

“Oh, you’ll find it soon enough,” Gerald Sr. replied with the door crashing behind him.

– M.R. Gavin