Lincoln River Network

The vans. They go in and out. At least I think they're going out.

They're going somewhere, right?

I bet I could hijack one without breaking a sweat

Wisdom, you owe me a cat. Don't slack on me.

I blame this town, but I want to start whipping out pies like it's no one's business. Fortunately, I can cook about as well as I can draw. Since I can't do the latter, the former has no chance. Unless it's Latkes. Then we'll talk.

"No matter what situation we find ourselves in, we can always set our compass to our highest intentions in the present moment." - Jack Kornfield


I don't know. I discovered it flipping through an old book that followed me here. Fitting, but still corny.

...No pun intended.

Have people arrived with pets? If you can't find them, do they end up in some kind of i-am-not-from-here pound? I'm looking for a dragon. He's purple and answers to Lockheed. I'm hoping he didn't get swept up in this insanity, but if he's somewhere else around here, I need to find him.

Don't worry. He doesn't bite unless you're name is Pete Wisdom.

Since when did becoming a headmistress send you to Pleasantville? Did someone decide it was time to play with the time space continuum again?

Alright. Father Alberto or whatever your bloody name is - show yourself, you filthy toerag.

What the fuck is this place? Disney World?