Lizzy's Interdimensional Adventures Continue / Big Farties

So I was hanging out with John Ross shortly after Lizzy went missing and he said he saw her. He was confused because he knew she was from *this* dimension rather than Over There, and I'm proud of her for going there to even check. This is just one reason I'm happy to have her on the team, even if she wasn't my kid.

 

Apparently, she DID follow Other Matt to his dimension (I think she thought she was going where I, Matt, went, and she went where he, Other Matt, went instead and Shit Got Different) and she went to the gooseshit-laden analog of the John Ross House. She said there's literally no difference except that the grocery store nearby is called Bi-Lo, which interestingly is what it was called when I was but a wee lad.

 

John Ross hisownself is physically stuck at that location except Samhain, but he can access that house in any dimension. This… sucks. But I know she’s alive and safe.

 

Side note - the entire planet is careening through space in a corkscrew spiral pattern in orbit around the sun, itself leading planets and their satellites like a mother to rocky (or, y'know, Big Farty) ducklings in a helix away from the explosion of the Big Bang. How is it that supernatural physics even knows where his metaphorical ankle bracelet will go off?

 

Pictured: Big Farties

 

Back to the topic at hand I suppose. In exchange for episodes of Rick and Morty, Bluey, and Game of Thrones, John’s been relaying messages back and forth between me and Lizzy. The long and short of it is she’s worried she’s in trouble (she’s absolutely not in trouble—I am so far beyond relieved and overjoyed she’s still alive and I can still talk with her) but Other Matt is working on making more Fucky Putty to reopen the interdimensional portal. She’s crashing with him until he’s got it done, and I’m glad it’s Fall Break at school so there’s no bullshit with truant officers and whatnot.

 

But it does mean I’ve had to man the phones again. Not a lot really has been going on lately, but the werewolf shit I got from Skittles recently is just, gone. On one hand, I’m happy that smelly awfulness is out of my basement, but on the other hand, it’s pretty destructive and goes ham when it sees even just a photo of the moon, so just a quick reminder to everyone near the state line: watch your ass.

 

Some of the phone calls I've had to take:

 

- A lady in Red Bank called to let me know there is a vampire at the pizza place. I asked her if she could see both of his eyes and she said she could only see one, so I advised her that she was in fact seeing an emo goth kid.

 

- Doyle (frenemy from high school) called to ask for my help with mischievous faeries at Ruby Falls. I immediately told him no, because I'm not a fuckin' idiot, but more power to him.

 

- My aunt needed help with her Gmail password

 

October hasn't been here long, but it's not very eventful yet. Mostly I'm just excited for Lizzy to come back. We're going for malts and sushi and we'll have the worst breath and the best day.