The Grim Borber stalked through the Deeps of the Fleep Fleep forest, prowlin’ about for some sorta prey o’ some kind. It was just a natural thing the Grim Borber wanted, no harm in obeyin’ your nature.

Autumn Storms bein’ what they were, they weren’t much in the way of prey these days. Winter Itself was just around the corner if you haven’t been payin’ attention to the timeline since scene 1, and ya can’t be blamed if for it if you had no sense o’ things. I don’t even have a sense o’ things and I’m the one in control of time! It’s fine. Just write the scene.

The Grim Borber is a horrible idea so we’ll be scrappin’ that and just movin’ back to Hem, Bram, and Crawley. It was mid-afternoon of the day after the clash with the second Jibberjab. Hem had made his mind up that as soon as they arrived in Gilba Gilba they would be headin’ straight for the Ragged Maiden. Hem had to spill some o’ the facts to Blom, and maybe Glen, but Hem was havin’ some feelings about Glen recently that maybe he should keep to hisself.

“Another hour, mayhap!” announced Crawley, lookin’ at his compass.

“How you figure the time when you just look at your compass, eh?” Bram asked, perplexed and tired.

“Iunno,” said Crawley. He kicked dirt.

They all three were exhausted. This strange odyssey into the Nurmermer Canyon had started with no clear goal and the result was they had no clear sense of the purpose of their PLAN. Had they succeeded or failed? WHO KNOWS MAN. They wanted to see the Nurmermermaids but that never happened. Instead they blew their minds out on a coupla Jibberjabs, and Hem in particular had felt hisself a mite bit changed as a result.

Some strange fire had blossomed up inside him like a stoked furnace. He wished he could talk to his da about this oddball feelin’ but he had the sense that nothin’ he said on the matter would be doin’ him any favors.

His thoughts were ramblin’ just like they usually were. He wished he could focus for once, produce somethin’ of QUALITY. 71 days ago he had no sense of who he was and 71 days later he just was more confused and less focused. That’s the way of it.

Dependin’ on how his conversation with Blom went he would probably have to be packin’ hisself outta Gilba Gilba soon. He never fit in with this simple town was the fact o’ the facts.