DEAD END MOON

A: PHONE: AFTERNOON

Grady- Olney- whoever he was- is dead. I know some of you won't be surprised by the news. It was broadcast to the town at large, after all. Others have likely mentioned it as well.

He was found floating in the pool at the recreation center- which some of likely already know as well. Half of his face had been blown off, but he was still alive- for all intents and purposes. I gather he wasn't allowed to die. I wasn't the first person to run across him, and I doubt I was the last.

He wouldn't tell me anything, but did he share anything with anyone else? Anything at all.

B: ACTION: 754 PARTRIDGE DRIVE

[ Anyone in the vicinity of 754 Partridge Drive will notice something a little strange in the backyard. Ian got a regain in the mail, you see, and when he opened the package he got, this suddenly sprouted from the top of the doghouse.

Ian can be seen traveling up and down the mast all day, for various reasons. At one point he travels up there with a large wad of black cloth. A little tinkering, and soon there's a flag flying proud, peeking over the top of the house. ]

Let's see, we've been locked in, with no way to get out of the house- and believe me, I've tried- and someone is shoving food beneath our proverbial doors. This place is suddenly feeling more like a prison than it was yesterday. I hope this isn't the new norm.

[ background noise would suggest he's moving- heading for the front door where the turkeys lay ]

I'm hearing a lot of commotion- something to do with the turkeys. Has anyone run across one that doesn't try to kill you in any way, shape, or form?

[ suddenly! an ear-splitting shriek, and a clatter as the phone hits the floor ]

[ There's a clatter as the phone is knocked off the hook, followed by the sounds of drawers being opened and their contents being sifted through. There's some unhappy muttering, but otherwise the perpetrator of said rummaging is quiet.

Until he is interrupted by a female shriek: ]

Eek!

-! I'm terribly sorry, madam. Is this your home? I appear to have been robbed and--

No! Bad! Get out of there this instant!

I beg your pardon?

Who even let you in the house? I keep telling the children, pets belong outside. Come on.

I let myself in-- pet? I'm no one's pet. Least of all- unhand me this instant. [ there's a snarl that's not quite human, and the sounds of a brief struggle, followed by a THWAP ] What- that was highly unnecessary!

Go on! Outside! I said go! [ silence for a beat, and then the drone woman retreats, calling for her husband to take care of the "filthy animal" in the bedroom ]

What... just happened?

[ The lone resident of 754 Partridge Drive might indeed find something... interesting in the bedroom, if he so chooses to look. ]