Their days would change …

They sipped silently, lost in thought …

Two of the fog brains in the back row perked up …

“ … my job is to repair and adjust … “

Death just stared …

"No," Claire interrupted. "I am not lonely; I am not looking …”

…. his eyes were wide and his brow was sweaty …

"Here we go, baby," she whispered …

"Like calls to like," Evelyn responded …

… he didn't want to know what he knew …

Waiting was the late phase …

"It's shabbier than the rest," she said …

The wolf hesitated, suspicious …

It was his way …

They were protective of these …

The cat looked as disinterested as ever …

"I just want to put a bee in your bonnet ... or hood, you know … “

Credit: references to the work of H. P. Lovecraft