Marc spent the next morning roaming the camp. He went to the bog, Rock Lake, the sawmill, swimming hole and remnants of dining halls and latrines. He spent some time at the dam where he, Alana and Anat had an earlier battle with Jay. The first place where he was arrested.
Marc thought a lot about his encounter with the Woodsman. He had to get back to the city and hang with Alana and his other cronies. He did have a wall to break. That would take time. But break it he will.
Marc hiked out of camp and back to the bus station. He jumped on top of the bus. He rode right into the Port Authority Bus Terminal and jumped on the E subway line to get back to Queens.
Alana was sitting at home. She was getting nervous. She knew Marc was likely fine. She missed him. She went to her parents in Sheepshead Bay. She hasn’t been there in a while. All was well on 13th Street. They grabbed roast beef sandwiches at Brennan and Carr and sat in their sauna-like apartment and argued with each other. But the arguments would be silly. Of course, they’d tell her to wear some other color but black. They’ve been telling her that since the sixth grade. They would tell her to marry Marc. They’ve been saying that for decades. Her parents didn’t understand kids. Funny, Marc and Alana are too old to be kids. But to their parents’ kids they shall be.
Jay also traveled back to the city. He stole a car from a used car lot. It had no plates on it. He found plates on a flatbed truck in the lot. The facility looked dormant. COVID-19 probably kept people away. He figured he could get away with it. He would ditch the car when he got to the city and travel by foot. His long hair and beard should disguise him.
He kept within the speed limit and didn’t drug up before he got behind the wheel. Judas Priest was blasting. Anat was taking Jerry to the park. She wished Broadway would reopen. She wanted to take him to kid’s shows. He loved watching the “Lion King” and other movies on Disney+. He’s still a little young for Broadway. But she remembers the shows her grandparents got her tickets to see. The ones where she got to color and be part of the show. She usually shied away from being part of the show. Most of the kids didn’t want to play with her. She took Jerry to the Guggenheim. He’s a little young for that, too. Sadly due to the virus they didn’t have the children’s art programs going. She wanted him to sit with the other kids and work with an instructor to draw the Monets, Cezzannes and Picassos. She wanted his worldwide open. She still had to test him to see what powers he had.
Right now, he was just a quiet, fun good little boy. The world was waiting for him to break loose.
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