Chapter 3

Once again, Lynne is in danger.

And I think she knows it, too.

I sincerely doubt she'll be coming
back to this apartment tonight.

She and I are connected
to each other somehow.

She's my only lead,
and I can't lose her.

I have to get to her, and fast.

****

Sissel:
With the telephone
in this apartment
being out of service...

Sissel:
...my only hope of escape is
to find another telephone.

Sissel:
No "Mr. Desk Lamp"
here. The only friend
I have to talk to is...

Sissel:
...that nice little
doggie curled up
there on the floor.

****

Sissel:
Well, I can't just hang
around here indefinitely.

Sissel:
How can I change this
situation? Just keep trying
stuff and see what works?

****

Missile:
Oh, hello! What's up?

Sissel:
I was wondering if
you could help me.

Missile:
I'll certainly try!

Missile:
About the only thing I'm
really good at, though...

Missile:
...is barking. There
really isn't much else.

Sissel:
(I think he might be right, there.)

Missile:
But I'm really, really
good at barking!

Missile:
Miss Lynne comes chasing
after me with a broom, the
lady next door kicks the wall...

Missile:
I've got quite a bit of influence
around these parts!

****

Emma:
I'll knock this
wall down!

Emma:
If you keep that racket up...

Emma:
...I'll bring this whole
dilapidated building
down on you!

Sissel:
Did you hear what I just heard?

Missile:
You mean the lady next
door's angry howl?

Sissel:
No, forget that.

Sissel:
It was the sound of a telephone
ringing! Coming from the
apartment next door.

Missile:
Oh, I get it! You're thinking
about borrowing her
telephone, aren't you!

Missile:
But how are you going to do that
without breaking the wall down?

Sissel:
Well, the lady next door is kindly
offering to do it for us...

Missile:
Yes, but she's mostly hoping
to crush me underneath it...

****

Sissel:
Two things are certain --
there's a telephone in the
apartment next door...

Sissel:
...and I have to create a path
to get there somehow.

Missile:
Should I keep barking?

Sissel:
"If you keep that up, I'll
knock this wall down!"

Sissel:
If she's true to her word,
we might be able to
change the situation.

Missile:
I just want to avoid the
whole "getting crushed" part,
though, if you don't mind.

Sissel:
(I have to do something
to change this situation.)

Sissel:
(If I can create just a little
more racket somehow...)

****

Sissel:
Right now, I need a little
more racket, not less.

Sissel:
I don't think I should turn
this off at the moment.

Sissel:
(Besides, I want to see
if that woman will really
keep her promise.)

Missile:
Oh, what will become of
me if I'm squashed into a
Pomeranian pancake?!

Sissel:
(Isn't there anything else to spur
this little doggie on a bit more...?)

****

Sissel:
Come on, now. Can't you
bark any louder than that?

Missile:
Louder?! But then that
lady will knock the wall
down on top of me!

Sissel:
We'll worry about
that when it happens.

Missile:
Hmm... Anyway, I'm barking
as loud as I can already.

Sissel:
(I need to have this little doggie
put some more energy into it.)

Sissel:
(Let's see... Wasn't there
something else around here that
gets a reaction out of him...?)

****

Emma:
I'll pound this
wall open!

Emma:
I told you, didn't I? I told
you I would knock the
wall down on you!

Missile:
So this is what it feels like
to have a wall knocked
down on you, huh...?

Sissel:
It's more like she knocked you
out "through" the wall, really...

Missile:
I'm still alive, aren't I?

Sissel:
You are...

Sissel:
...but the TV and the
star ornament aren't.

Missile:
*whimper* I'll never bark
again, not as long as I live!

Sissel:
But, wait a minute...

Sissel:
It looks like all that
commotion wasn't
for naught.

Missile:
Huh?

Sissel:
Your barking made her
create a path for me.

Missile:
It did?

Missile:
But the wall is still
standing, just like before.

Sissel:
But there are paths only
the dead can see.

Missile:
Oh, those kinds of paths!

****

Sissel:
Wow... It's completely busted.

Sissel:
Probably from the shock
wave that emanated from
that woman's pounding...

Missile:
I didn't know anything
like this was possible.

Sissel:
(I guess my ghost tricks are
nothing compared to the
wrath of that woman.)

****

Sissel:
At least some good
came out of all that
commotion and chaos.

Missile:
"Some good"?

Missile:
I tend to think "commotion
and chaos" is ALWAYS
good, myself.

Sissel:
Well, we won't be
needing any more,
thank you very much.

Sissel:
The situation has changed.
Just a little, but it just might
be enough...

Sissel:
(I just might be
able to borrow that
telephone now.)

****

Missile:
Whew, that felt good. I haven't
barked like that in a long time.

Sissel:
You certainly seemed to be
putting your heart into it.

Missile:
It's nice to really let
loose once in a while!

Missile:
I'm a little tired now, though.
I'm not as young as I used to
be. I'm two already, after all.

Sissel:
(Hmm... I wonder how old I am?)

****

Missile:
So you're leaving, huh?

Sissel:
I guess so.

Missile:
You're going to go save Miss
Kamila and Miss Lynne?

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
I have to follow my own
mystery first and foremost.
That means everything to me.

Missile:
But you WILL save them, right?

Sissel:
If it helps me along
my way, then yes.

Missile:
I don't have any
powers of the dead.

Missile:
I'm not even dead, actually.

Missile:
But I'm going to find a way to
go help Miss Kamila, too!

Sissel:
We create our own
paths. Right, Missile?

Missile:
That's right!

Sissel:
Okay, I'm leaving now.
Guess this is our second
goodbye.

Missile:
It is, isn't it?

Sissel:
My name is Sissel.

Sissel:
If we ever meet again, that's
what you can call me.

Missile:
"Sissel," huh? Got it.
You know what, Sissel?

Missile:
I'm going to create my own
path, just like you said!

Emma:
Tonight is that holiest of
all nights -- my deadline.

Emma:
All I need to get some
inspiration from the Muses is
this bottle and some cheese.

Emma:
Here is to the boorish
people next door!

Amelie:
Achoo!
Achoo!

Emma:
Are you all right,
my darling angel?

Emma:
Have you taken your
medicine like a good girl?

Sissel:
Well, here I am in
yet another strange
room...

Sissel:
What's with the oddly
tense air of this
place, anyway...?

Sissel:
Now where is that
little treasure I'm
looking for?

Sissel:
There it is. The telephone.
(Now if I can just borrow
it...)

****

Sissel:
Even now, Lynne's
life is in danger.

Sissel:
I have to use that
phone... and fast.

Sissel:
(I can't very well make that
woman bring it to me...)

Sissel:
(I guess I'll have to find
a way over there myself.)

****

Emma:
"Oh, Mr. Prime Minister,
you mustn't! I'm a
married woman...!"

Emma:
"And I'm a married man...
But we cannot resist
this any longer!"

Emma:
"I'm ready to abdicate
it all for you!"

Emma:
"Even if it means my
ultimate ruination!"

Emma:
........

Emma:
Hmm...

Emma:
"Ruination." Is that even a word?

Emma:
And that "abdicate" just
doesn't look right somehow.

Emma:
........
This is going to nag
at me until I'm sure.

Emma:
Where is that
dictionary?

Emma:
Let's see... I know I put
it here somewhere...

Emma:
Now, where could
it have gone to?

Emma:
I just can't find it.

****

Sissel:
This thing is too heavy.
I can't manipulate it.

Sissel:
Maybe that woman built
up her destructive power
by hefting this puppy.

Sissel:
It's more like a weapon
than a book.

****

Emma:
"No, I mustn't... I mustn't
allow myself to believe in
your love, Mr. Prime Minister..."

Emma:
"But why won't you believe me?"

Emma:
"My love for you is true, I swear!"

Emma:
"And it's so strong,
it overwhelms me...!"

Emma:
........

Emma:
You know, I've always wondered.

Emma:
If you can be "overwhelmed"
by something, can you be
just plain "whelmed"?

Emma:
........
This is going to nag
at me until I'm sure.

****

Emma:
"No, Mr. Prime Minister,
we mustn't! If the people
ever find out..."

Emma:
"I don't care what
they might think!"

Emma:
"What do the plebeian
masses understand, anyway?
Certainly not our love!"

Emma:
........

Emma:
Hmm...

Emma:
What is this prime
minister talking about?

Emma:
I've never even heard the
word "plebeian" before.

Emma:
........
This is going to nag
at me until I'm sure.

****

Emma:
I'll get you
next time!

****

Sissel:
I guess this woman isn't
the type to scream when
she sees a rat.

Sissel:
It's more like she takes them
as a challenge, something to
be hunted down...

Sissel:
I can kind of identify
with that way of thinking...

Sissel:
Hmm. I wonder if I
can use this personality
trait of hers?

****

Emma:
Oh! There it is!

Emma:
But it's strange...

Emma:
I know I left this dictionary
on the shelf.

Emma:
It's as if some little angel were
playing naughty tricks on me.

Emma:
Perhaps... my darling angel...?

****

Amelie:
Mama.

Emma:
What is it, my darling angel?

Amelie:
Ow... My head hurts, Mama.

Emma:
You poor dear, and no wonder,
with a fever of 102!

Emma:
Here is to a night of fever, hotter
than the love of my prime minister!

Amelie:
It's almost time to go out for my
lesson... Can I take the night off?

Emma:
Yes, I suppose that would
be best... But wait a minute!

Emma:
I bet you're happy to have an
excuse to get out of it, aren't you?

Amelie:
Not especially. If I ever don't
want to go, I just don't go, and
pretend I did.

Amelie:
I go play with Kamila next
door or something.

Emma:
Here is to the blunt honesty
of my darling angel!

Amelie:
Hey, today is Papa's birthday.

Emma:
Oh, is it?

Amelie:
Aren't we going to
celebrate together?

Emma:
........
Let's not talk about
your father, dear.

Emma:
Now Mama has to go back
to work. I have a deadline
tonight, after all!

Amelie:
Mama, wait!

Amelie:
I have just one thing to say.

Amelie:
Don't try and put me in the
middle of you two, okay?

Emma:
Whatever could you
be talking about?

Amelie:
I know what's going on, you know.

Amelie:
You write novels, and
Papa wants you to stop.

Amelie:
But it was very selfish of you to
take me and leave the house.

Amelie:
I want to go home.

Emma:
........

Emma:
Now, now. It's time for good
little girls to go to sleep.
Especially sick little girls!

Amelie:
I hate you,
Mama!

****

Sissel:
These two are quite a pair...

Sissel:
The father would have to be
a pretty strong man to
hold his own against them.

Sissel:
It sounds like their
family circumstances
are pretty complicated.

Sissel:
(I wonder if I had a family?)

****

Emma:
Oh, my.
The lamp is out.

****

Emma:
"My darling lady! To think
that you were a spy all along!"

Emma:
"What are you going to do
to me, Mr. Prime Minister?"

Emma:
"I will arrest you and make sure
you receive the proper penalty."

Emma:
"Your sentence: To be imprisoned
in my cell of love, and punished
with my whip of passion!"

Emma:
"Oh, Mr. Prime Minister!"

Emma:
"Oh, my dear lady!"

Emma:
........

Emma:
Hmm...

Emma:
I'd hate to live in this
prime minister's country.

****

Sissel:
She brought this dictionary
all the way over here to
look something up...

Sissel:
Irregardless, here it sits, all
alone. Either she forgot
what she wanted to look up...

Sissel:
...or she forgot she even
wanted to look anything
up in the first place.

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
Hmm... Is "irregardless"
really a word?

****

Emma:
Eek!

Emma:
What is going on?!

Emma:
Oh! I made a typo!

Sissel:
The telephone is
right over there. If
only I could get to it...

Sissel:
I just need to jump over
there somehow.

Sissel:
I'd better keep my eyes
open for just the right
timing to make a move.

****

Minister:
Hello? Is that you?

Emma:
How many times are you
going to make me tell you?

Emma:
Tonight is that holiest of
all nights -- my deadline.

Minister:
Please. I'm begging you.
Change your mind and
come home to me!

Emma:
I think you're the one who
needs to change his mind.

Minister:
Please, put yourself in my
position. You can write your
novel just as well from home.

Emma:
Until you change your
mind, your daughter and
I won't be coming home!

Emma:
Even if that means FOREVER!

Minister:
Let me talk to Amelie,
then, at least.

Emma:
You can't talk to her. She's sick
with a fever right now, and I won't
have you giving her nightmares!

Amelie:
I want to talk to Papa!

Emma:
Now, I don't want to hear your
voice anymore tonight.

Minister:
Please... Wait a minute...

Emma:
Don't try to call again.
I won't answer.

Emma:
I REFUSE to answer!

****

Sissel:
Now I finally have the
telephone lines I need.

Sissel:
(I'm curious about this
woman's husband...)

Sissel:
(But I should go find
my "only lead" first.)

Sissel:
That hitman who's after
Lynne is sure to be heading
to the junkyard right now.

Sissel:
I'd better hurry.

****

Sissel:
This line doesn't
seem to be working.

Sissel:
(Guess I can't go there right now.)

****

Guard:
Are you all right, sir?!

Minister:
I ordered all of you not
to come near me!

Guard:
I-I beg your pardon, sir!

Minister:
*sigh* I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have yelled at you like that.

Minister:
But I'd like to be left alone
right now. You may go.

Guard:
Yes, sir!

Sissel:
Oh, boy.

Sissel:
Another strange room, and
another strange person.

Sissel:
(I wish these telephone
lines came with nameplates
or something... Sheesh.)

****

Sissel:
Still typing away
passionately, I see.

Sissel:
She'd type her fingers to
the bone to complete her
tale of love, I imagine.

Sissel:
The little girl with the fever
seems to be sleeping now.

Sissel:
I hope she's having
sweet dreams.

Amelie:
Oh...

Amelie:
Mr. Prime Minister...

Sissel:
Hmm, I guess not.

****

Sissel:
He still appears to be
deeply troubled.

Sissel:
If he doesn't have any work
to do, why doesn't he just
go home and go to bed?

Sissel:
Maybe the fact he doesn't
have any work to do is what
has him deeply troubled...?

Sissel:
I have quite a bit of
work to do, myself.

Sissel:
Don't know which of us
is in a more enviable
situation, though...

Not much time has passed
since I was here last.

But the situation has changed...

Looks like they're
examining my body.

I wonder who they are?

And beside them, a certain
somebody else wriggles
and bounces happily.

I wonder who that person
really is, too...

Ray:
Welcome back. You
weren't gone very long.

Sissel:
What's going on here?

Ray:
The police are here to start
the criminal investigation.
You know, into your murder.

Sissel:
(My murder case, eh?)

Sissel:
Where is Lynne?
Is she all right?

Ray:
So you found out her
name already, did you?

Ray:
I'm impressed.

Pigeon Man:
Excuse me.

Lynne:
Eeeeek!

Kamila:
Lynne!

Sissel:
It sounded like she was in some
kind of immediate danger...

Sissel:
(Not to mention the fact a
hitman is after her again...)

Ray:
Well, you don't have to worry
about that kind of thing.

Ray:
She was just taken into
custody a few minutes ago.

Sissel:
Custody...? You mean she
was arrested?! But why?

Ray:
I don't know. I'm
just a desk lamp.

Sissel:
(Hmm. I'd better see
what I can find out...)

****

Sissel:
Hmm. He's saying something,
but I can't hear him from here.

****

Blue Detective:
...Quite a thing, huh, this case?

McCaw:
Yeah. One of our own...
a murderer...? Heads
will roll over this.

Blue Detective:
And she's a rookie, too.
I heard she was carrying out
some crazy investigation?

McCaw:
Rookies aren't given crazy
assignments like that. Not
even rookies like Lynne.

Blue Detective:
Yeah, but I heard
she was "special."

Blue Detective:
She's got strong ties to
Inspector Cabanela of the
Special investigation Unit.

Blue Detective:
Hmph. I plan on moving
up the ladder on my
own merits, myself.

McCaw:
Well, we detectives shouldn't be
standing around gossiping. Never
know who might be listening.

Sissel:
Like me.

Doctor:
Like me.

****

Doctor:
Think we can safely assume
the cause of death was... the
bullet he took in the chest.

Doctor:
Bring the stretcher.
I'll look into the rest
back at the lab.

McCaw:
Would you mind waiting
here for a bit, doctor?

McCaw:
Inspector Cabanela, head
of the Special Investigation
Unit, is on his way now.

Doctor:
Special Investigation
Unit? What do they want
with a case like this?

McCaw:
I don't know, but Cabanela's
our top investigator...

McCaw:
We don't want to get him
all bent out of shape, or
there'll be hell to pay.

Doctor:
Hmph. Don't see what
that has to do with me.

Blue Detective:
I don't really get what Cabanela
wants to come for, either.

Blue Detective:
It's probably just a big lark
for him, but it makes
things tougher on us.

McCaw:
Hey, watch what you say
behind his back. Never know
who might be listening.

Sissel:
Like me.

Doctor:
Like me.

Cabanela:
Ah, the teeension of
a crime scene!

Cabanela:
Yeeeah, nothing like it, baby!

Cabanela:
Evening, boooys.
How's it lookin'?

Blue Detective:
Inspector Cabanela!
Thank you for coming!

Blue Detective:
Allow me to report, sir!

Cabanela:
Fine, fiiine. You just hold
that thought. I'm gonna
make a liiitle phone call first.

Sissel:
(So this is the head of the
Special Investigation Unit?
He seems, uh... unique.)

****

McCaw:
Well, here he is, for his "big lark."

McCaw:
Aren't you going to
confront him about it?

Blue Detective:
I'm going to make my report!

McCaw:
Yeah, that's about what I figured.

****

Cabanela:
Deal me the deal. How's it
goin' over there, baby?

Youth:
Going? How is it going,
you ask? You'd like to
know how it's going?

Youth:
I would say it's going well enough,
about fair to average, if I had to
say. Yes, it's going all right.

Cabanela:
........

Cabanela:
Nooot the man I was hoping
to talk to there, baby.

Cabanela:
Do me a favor and put that other
nice man on the horn, now, would
you? Thaaat's a nice fellow.

Youth:
If it has anything to do with this
park, I'm the one to talk to. I'm
the guardian of this park! Yes!

Rindge:
Argh, sorry 'bout that,
Inspector! I just got here.

Cabanela:
Well, glaaad to hear you made
it. That other fellow just about
threw me for a loop.

Cabanela:
Started blathering something
about being "guardian of the
park" or some such.

Rindge:
Yes, him... *sigh*
Sorry 'bout that.

Cabanela:
Well, start doing your "staking
out" thing, baby. And buzz me
if anything comes up.

Rindge:
Yes, sir!

Blue Detective:
Now, then, sir! If I may
make my report, sir--

Cabanela:
Doc! Yoo-hoooo!
Oh, Doooc!

Doctor:
Talking to me?

Cabanela:
I need you to handle this case with
your finest care and attention.
Would you do that for me, Doc?

Doctor:
Don't need you to tell
me how to do my job.

Cabanela:
Anyhoot... I'd like to see
the suspect now, if I may.

Blue Detective:
Lynne, sir? I asked her to
let herself be taken into
custody voluntarily, sir!

McCaw:
She's being detained in the
junkyard superintendent's
office right now!

Cabanela:
Super's office, eh? Suuuper!
And where's that?

McCaw:
Just beyond where you parked
your bicycle, Inspector.

Cabanela:
I'll go interview the suspect, then.
Yeeeah, nothing like it, baby!

Cabanela:
Carry on, boooys.

Blue Detective:
Good luck, sir!

****

Sissel:
It appears to be the
entrance to a nearly-
deserted, dimly-lit park.

Sissel:
The voices of two young
people drift over to
me on the breeze...

Youth:
Stop the park from being turned
into a housing site! Protect the
park, the rock of the gods!

Rindge:
Uh, sorry, but could you
do that somewhere else?

Rindge:
I'm a little busy right now.
I don't have time to talk.

Youth:
I suppose you think I'm a
man of dubious character,
a questionable person...!

Rindge:
No, I, uh...

Youth:
But if an objective person were
asked, they might think YOU were
a little suspicious, yourself!

Youth:
As two suspicious characters,
shouldn't we take the time to
converse with each other?

Rindge:
Oh, boy... All right. But
just for a minute.

Youth:
There! I like your attitude!
I like it very much! Let's
relax and talk a while, then.

Youth:
The night is young,
and so are we!

Rindge:
Oh, man...

****

Blue Detective:
Whew. That Inspector
Cabanela... He sure has a
strange "air" about him...

McCaw:
You can say that again. And
I've never seen anybody use
stairs the way he does...

McCaw:
I hear he's dancing his way
up the stairs of promotion
that same airy way.

Blue Detective:
And I hear Lynne is his
personal favorite...

Blue Detective:
What's the deal
between those two?

McCaw:
Hey, how should I know?

****

Sissel:
The entrance to the
park, still as nearly-
deserted as before.

Sissel:
The voice of one of
the young people has
become more animated...

Youth:
This park! This park is in the
midst of a crisis! A calamity!
The park is in trouble!

Rindge:
So... A housing site, huh?
That's what they want to
make this place into?

Youth:
Oh, what an evil plan! A terrible
plot that will surely bring down
the wrath of the gods upon us!

Rindge:
Oh, I get it now... You LIVE
in this park, don't you?

Youth:
Well, I can't deny that
that, indeed, might be
the case, yes... However!

Youth:
This park is no ordinary
park. No! Not ordinary! The
gods are here. The gods!

Rindge:
The gods, huh...? And what
was that weird thing you
mentioned a minute ago?

Rindge:
Something about the
"house of the gods" or
something?

Youth:
Yes! As I build my house on
the rock of the gods, it must be
protected! We must protect it!

Youth:
If you look at paragraph twenty-
three of this leaflet, you'll see the
"rock of the gods" explained!

Youth:
Won't you take a moment with
me now to study all about it?

Youth:
The night is extremely young,
and so are we!

Rindge:
... You mind if I keep on
working while you talk?

****

Doctor:
Think we can pretty safely assume
this was the murder weapon.

Blue Detective:
Oh, no... That pistol...

Doctor:
Yup. Same model as the pistols
you detectives carry around.

Blue Detective:
You don't think... it's
Lynne's, do you...?

McCaw:
This is not good. If it is
hers, it's all over.

Sissel:
(So Lynne is a detective,
and the murder weapon
might be her pistol...)

Sissel:
(What could it all mean?)

****

Sissel:
The entrance to the
nearly-deserted park...

Sissel:
The voices of two young
people drift over to
me on the breeze...

Youth:
Listen and heed!
Listen to my words!

Youth:
I'm sure that unabashed
peeping of yours may
bring a momentary thrill...

Youth:
But remember! The gods are
"peeping" at us at all times!

Youth:
And that is why I stand before
you now to ask you this question!

Youth:
Do you peep at the gods?

Rindge:
........

Youth:
The gods are everywhere.
They are all around us.

Youth:
So, come on. I invite you now
to come and converse with me!

Youth:
The night is... getting late!
And we are young!

Rindge:
........

Sissel:
(The detectives lips
are twitching.)

Sissel:
(Is he cold, or is it
something else?)

****

Sissel:
So this is the weapon
that took my life...

Sissel:
A "pistol," eh? My memory
seems to be hazy on pistols...

Sissel:
But I have seen them before,
that's for sure. Let's see.
This part right here is--

Doctor:
Fool! If you want to
fire the thing, aim it
in your own direction!

Blue Detective:
I-I didn't fire it!
I'm the victim here!

Blue Detective:
This is the act of somebody
who's jealous of my
abilities as a detective!

McCaw:
Well, what are you glaring at me
for? I'm hardly jealous of you.

Sissel:
(Well, guess that proves
it's a real gun...)

Bang!

McCaw:
Wh-What was that?

Blue Detective:
Is that what I think it was?

Doctor:
The sound of a gun.

Sissel:
I've got a bad feeling
about this.

Sissel:
Every time that phone
rings, it's bad news.

Ray:
It's like that old riddle...

Ray:
"Which came first, the
ringing of the phone,
or the crime case?"

Sissel:
Um, if you say so.

****

Sissel:
Firing this gun is one thing,
but killing a poor detective
in the process is another.

Ray:
That's all right. If you kill
one, you can just save him.

Sissel:
I don't think I need to
increase my workload
right now.

Sissel:
(Better not fire it...)

****

Cabanela:
Ah, theeere you are. Do me a
favor and have the Doc come to
the super's office, would you?

McCaw:
Uh, he seems pretty busy
at the moment, sir...

Cabanela:
Which one are you, the green
one or the blue one?

McCaw:
Huh?! Oh, uh... I'm the...
"green one." Sir.

Cabanela:
Listen, greeny. Get the good
Doc over here this instant...

Cabanela:
...or I'll see to it you never
wear a green suit again!

McCaw:
Yes, sir! I'll send him right up, sir!

McCaw:
Please, Doctor! Go
to the superintendent's
office immediately!

Doctor:
*sigh* If I must...

****

Blue Detective:
Wh-What's going on?

McCaw:
Don't ask me. But something
seems really, really wrong...

Blue Detective:
That shot sounded like it was
coming from somewhere around
the maintenance building...

****

Sissel:
That telephone call was
from the super's office in
the maintenance building.

Sissel:
(And didn't the blue
detective say...)

Sissel:
(...that Lynne was being
held in the "junkyard
superintendent's office"...?)

Ray:
Hurry, then! You'd better
get up there quickly!

Ray:
No time to be standing
around here talking to a
desk lamp!

Sissel:
(Says the one who's only
capable of standing around.)

Yet another gunshot rings
out in the lonely junkyard
on the edge of town.

The sound gives me the feeling
a new death will be waiting
on the other side of the line...

Apparently, I'm not the
only one the Reaper's
interested in tonight.

But as long as there's anything
I can do about it, I don't plan
on letting anybody else die.