In the meantime, Lermfish is right: your parents are likely quite worried about you. Finding them and talking to them is a good long term goal: what would you like to do in the short term?
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Reheat supper.
Tomasque I'm not like upset at you I just don't want to keep telling you no, right? Trying to entertain you with a story that's actually been somewhat webbed out, and the protagonist can actually die so doing violent things is a bad idea."All right, uh, yeah, I could use something to eat, I guess." you tell them. Mrs. Ives takes supper out of the fridge - brown rice and chicken wrapped in foil - and puts it in the oven to reheat while you discuss things with them.
I'm worried that trying to get back to our family will put them in danger.
In the short term, I'm not sure that we... eat, so perhaps we should make an excuse and avoid that. Why not thank them for their hospitality, then take a ride into town with this Earl person. Ask them the name of the town, and make some small talk until then.
You reiterate that you're grateful they've taken you in for the time being. "So this Earl guy, can he give me a ride into town?"
"Oh yes, Earl could do that." Mrs. Ives agrees. "He usually comes by Monday afternoon, does some odd jobs around the place, plows our driveway, that sort of thing. Nice man."
"So," you ask "Um, I was in the trunk of a car a while, I told you that, right? Uhh, I don't know where we are. Where is this? What's the nearby town called?"
"Oh," Mr. Ives replies. "That'd be Graham. We're just a few hours drive out from there, really, it isn't that far."
"Er, I live in Fawcett..." you tell them.
Mr. Ives is a little stumped in that one. "Well, how did you get all the way across the state?"
You shrug. Why lie? "I, uh, I don't remember."
"Strange." he says. "All right, well, you want to call your folks, you could do that. Or, if you don't have anyone to call, Earl could drop you off in town, we could give you the address of a church my grandkids go to. Good folks. They could help you out, I'm sure."
The two of them sort of gaze into the middle distance somewhat vaguely. "It's strange, life, how a nice boy like you can get mixed up in confusion like this. Oh well. Your supper's hot." Mrs Ives goes over to the stove, pulls the foil wrapped dinner out and sets it on a place for you with cutlery, places it on the table.
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I, uh, you mind if I eat that upstairs? Think I need a little time alone to think."
Oh great. Mr. Hyde still isn't gone.
"Sure, no problem." Mrs. Ives says. "If you need anything else, we'll be down here watching TV."
The old folks shuffle out to the living room, leaving you with dinner and a vaguely apprehensive feeling. Distantly, you hear what sounds like thunder rolling way out. "
So we're leaving this place tomorrow." Hyde comments. "
Are we going home, finding our parents, or are we going to go looking for our friends? I guess either's a good idea. Our parents will be worried, sure, but those bad dudes, the Bishop, they mentioned having our friends captive or something."
"I dunno." you say. "Lemme think about that. We had the party over in Fawcett two weeks ago. The, uh, bad guys got us all somehow. Then we wake up...I mean, I woke up, uh, over at that house back in Graham."
"Yeah." Hyde says.
"There were fresh tracks. You'd just been dropped off by the clown patrol.""But the police know that I was there. And that officer got killed at the hospital, so they're probably searching the house now."
"Uh-huh. Bit of a problem, that, since there's something at the house we need.""There is?"
"Yup! Right under your nose! Would have saved you a lot of confusion, but hey, that's life! Heeheeheehee! Anyways, I'm gonna take a nap now that we're not in as much danger. See you on the other side...Oh, and I think the church isn't a great idea - they'd probably recognize us from the news.""Wait, what am I gonna...hey?...aw, phooey."
What now?
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