First and foremost, Happy Halloween, my beloved Cafe and Diner. I know between the Dinner Party from Hell and the Reign of Robert, it has been an exciting few weeks leading up to today. Still, I want to thank you all for your excellent work. And, of course, an extra special thanks to our very first Barista for assisting us this month.

I know how to stop the bleeding. The flies know how to stop it. I hear them buzzing in my ears. I hear them buzzing about a great and powerful beast. If I feed the beast, I can stop the bleeding. How did the flies find me? Am I even still alive?

Well, that rescue took longer than I expected. Also, not who I was expecting to rescue me, but I suppose I've seen odder than a teenage boy, his four-foot-tall frog companion, and a massive juggernaut of muscle.

This is a major US Highway, right? There should be at least one or two cards every so often… but we've seen no one in the past four or five hours. We haven't heard any cars going by either.

It is no more than a baton in the orchestra of chaos. And the conductor is getting ready to play.

Time to step out of the shadows, I suppose.