“Why wouldn’t I goof on the a “narcissistic ant land?” questions Franklin. “I believe that it was me who coined the phrase back in year one or two of the five it has taken to locate Skylar and rescue Memphis within the Monkey Puzzle.” Still though, is the lingering air that surrounds that former laptop. Mysteriously, one late afternoon, the Snow Leopard was swiftly ejected from Skylar’s apartment through the living room window. The lesson that Skylar took from this curious event is to never use any technological device without making sure all windows are shut first. “Franklin, there are too many Dave’s,” confides Skylar. “I thought I had the tally up to four, but four might only account for all the various names that one of these Dave’s carries.” Skylar’s not sure if summing up all the Dave’s even matters. She would still like to note that the Dave count did reach at least six at one point.
Currently, Skylar is stuck someone in the middle of a forced play here on the East in the mix of some unknown game. “I am done being forced into games,” she says to Franklin. Her memory jolts back to the years before. Spinning, her brain beats over how things must have played out when she lived out in the City West. Any thoughts of her former laptop are long gone. “Someone obviously thought it would be better served in their possession,” says Skylar thinking to herself. “Maybe if Franklin had been familiar with the white, windowless cinder-block bar she frequented when she lived out there? Maybe then he would have been the one to bump into us?” She is referring to Saint Stephen. “I was often there having a quiet drink alone during the week,” she thought and then smiled to herself. “I think I used to twirl chaos with my words for mere amusement.” She shakes her head thinking back. “Franklin knows how I loved to dance. He is also too familiar with my habit of stirring up chaos.”
On a hot night during baseball season, the dark white bar would pump live music out the back door and into the alley. Attending live music events and drinking was something that Franklin and Skylar had in common. However, it wasn’t baseball season and it wasn’t Franklin that bumped into Skylar and Stephen that one quiet weekday night. Instead, the odd couple were interrupted by Skylar’s old and dear friend, Kat. She slid right in between the off-beat pair and her odd expression landed in between their bar stools. “Would you like to join us for a drink?” asked Stephen. Kat didn’t answer. She was doing her best to maintain her composure despite her outward appearance. Skylar could sense that her dear old friend was internally freaking out. Impatient, irritated, and red with anger, Kat bolted towards the rail system without even a goodbye. Reflecting, Skylar turns towards Franklin, and says just this,
“My, what an awkward flea.”
Yo, Word, Alright.
“We shouldn’t be left anywhere ever again to discuss boating or shipping.”
It’s a new year now here in the Eastern City and Skylar does not intend to go on repeating the past. “There will be no more feast-eating bugs,” she states. “We got it,” say Alondra and Chiba. “The season of feast-eating bugs will not be repeated,” they say reassuringly. “SO, what won’t be built in a day?” Skylar asks as she stares down the two strong women. “Remington will not be built in a day,” she tells them. “And why do you two think that might be?” Before they have a chance to answer, Skylar says strongly, “Remington will not be built in a day because it is utter lunacy wasting time trying to figure out how to build any man into a day.” Unfortunately for Skylar, she is sure that utter lunacy is precisely what Alondra strives for on the daily.