Repose

[After this]

Hello, Mr. Seven. I'm Destiny.

[The little fiddler pops into the bus station real early, fiddle strapped to his back, and he don't see a soul he recognizes in the place. Real literal, see, the souls here ain't familiar, but that ain't so strange these days. He's decked out messy, and he leaves a casette tape in an envelope. Joey is scrawled on the front, and the handwriting's not a thing like Heavenly.]

[Perry P]

Take your camera to the bonfire. We'll squeeze a story out of it that allows for the ads. If you're going that is. Aunt able to go too?

[Cat C]

Is it your bar providing the liquid refreshment to this endeavor? Are you putting in an appearance or staying well out of it?