Marlene, you awake to the cold chill of Barney scooting through the water at ridiculous speeds. The girl who leaped aboard the ship as you took off from Brockway is sitting near you. She must have forgotten her coat when she was fleeing from Robin Williams' gang. She has this silver ring, over-sized for her little finger, with a series of three different color gems set in it. It reminds you of your children, the three gems. And, Timmy. How could you forget Timmy?
All of a sudden some hoots and hollering arise from the front of the hovercraft.
"Yeah! We're home, baby!"
It's Coors. From your vantage point, you see the dim facade of the Chateau looming on the hillside overlooking the lake. A ring of fog lurking around it. Coors is obviously delighted to be back.
You still feel like hell. In fact, your fingertips are numb, when you look at them, they're stark white, like the blood as been sucked out of them. Sitting up is a pain, but the girl sees you struggling and helps you. She's got these ratty looking clothes on. A long dress, wrapped up with a leather belt that has a cowboy belt buckle, worn and faded with time.
Your eyes linger from the Chateau down to the barge you call Home. When your eyes finally reach it, a surge of adrenaline rushes over you. There are several jetskis parked on the dock near Home. You think the worst. Baby Duck? Oh fuck.
What do you do?