Godot that night he waited on his phone. Swapping between instagram, tinder, and zillow. Like almost roulette hoping that this time when he opened it will be the time he'd get a house, a girlfriend, maybe even just a like?

He knew also he should have gone to sleep like...

Marc left the room, wearing a fedora, and trying to slouch. He thought he would seem short. He had glasses on, and in his left hand a pocket mirror. This a trick from Denver allowed him to watch that car without turning his head. The car didn't move just stayed...

Marc had his room packed. It was much most of his belongings had dwindled down to a few shirts and his money. He'd had most of it stashed here and there around the country different bank accounts. He had the codes of course in different places mostly in his head. ...

In the same amount of time Max was somewhere else. No closer to home, but with almost enough of something he felt like he could return. Now with all of his skills the diner would accept him with open arms. 

“A cook with that resume, you should be head chef!”

That’s...

Godot was laying down his phone directly over his head. Times before he’d drop it on his face but this time he was focused. Ready to answer. 

To pass the time he played online chess. Just small games 2 min. He imagined only kids on the app, because if he...

Marc Love had been so out of touch lately when he saw the headline.

" Blue Man Like Killing Spree, Has He Returned?" he didn't flinch.

It wasn't until Sammy's dad said something.

"Its crazy. You here the news? Just on Main street we got a strangle and a beating....

The cops who arrived first messed up the scene. They didn't use gloves, got shoes marks on the ground. It was in the words of the new detective contaminated. 

He felt as soon as he entered the scene something was wrong. It didn't feel like a suicide. He didn't leave...

One of Marta's friends was into crime podcasts too. Listened to one about small town murders. Strange happenings, stuff people couldn't confirm of deny. She was listening to one, a crazy story about a guy who left buckets all around. He'd go stay in a small town like a year...

Chris could finally grow hair. Or it was the way he styled it now. What was it five years up in  Spacecity and now he can grow a decent beard. Not like Keith's he was thinking. Always he compared himself to Keith. A habit that started the day he arrived...

"I could use a charge."

Max said. Taking his phone out gesturing. 

"Better than charging this with the car. Its just burning gas so I can send some texts."

Keith didn't respond, but made a face and nodded. To him that was reasonable, why would you burn gas just to send some...