I can’t say I approve of him littering the ocean, but that list of how many things they’re dealing with really impresses on you how absurd the amount of trouble Flick’s group is in the middle of.
The following is a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on Wyatt and his efforts to protect his newly discovered family (even if they remain oblivious to those efforts). It takes place earlier in the same day as the most recent regular chapter.
The sound of Elvis Presley’s Jailhouse Rock filled the small kitchenette of the apartment that Crossroads had provided Wyatt Rendell for his security position at the school. In the midst of the lyrics about Spider Murphy and Little Joe, Wyatt himself worked his way across the room to the counter near the fridge. His steps were short and awkward, as his feet were crammed into shoes that were more than a little too small for him. As a result, his movements looked more like a mincing tiptoe than a stride.
Two cat litter boxes lay on the floor next to the counter where Wyatt was moving. A small gray cat…
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