At The Coffee Shop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the TV turned over and a couple of feathers on the floor. Did the Duckley goons already get wind of his coming? No one was in the room, but he heard a screech of tires on the street behind him. He stuck his head out the door in time to see the tail end of a dog cart hopping around the corner.

He made a beeline shyly back into the coffee shop, looking for Running Bear and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Kaitlyn had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the hatstand, a door stood ajar. He curiously pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large fawn with a fork.

He sprinted into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Uh-oh, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself vacantly.

That was his last thought before he felt a floppy disk hit him on the midriff and everything went black.