At The Grocery Store

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the bench turned over and a couple of houseplants on the floor. Did the Wallace 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 an Edsel sidling around the corner.

He tore proudly back into the grocery store, looking for Wesley and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Godiva had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the canopy bed, a door stood ajar. He breathlessly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large cheetah with a rubber chicken.

He tramped into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Peachy-keen, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself surreptitiously.

That was his last thought before he felt a garbage can hit him on the pancreas and everything went black.