“So...”
Jacob cries over the sound of the wind. “What now?”
“I'm
not entirely sure!” Doctor Kai replies. “The Manor doesn't seem
confident in responding to mental commands. I think we're just stuck
falling here.”
“Can
Yorick use his new powers or whatever they are to blast us upward?”
Mina asks.
“He
could theoretically use such a blast to cushion our fall, but I don't
know to what extent we can...control him.”
“So
we're screwed, then?” Mark says.
Doctor
Kai doesn't respond. Mark's suggestion could be the case, but
it's not over yet.
He can
sense that there are roughly 260,000 more feet to go before they hit
the ground; they could only have a few minutes. He knows what he has
to do.
Walking
as best as he can, as the air continues to rush out through the
gaping hole in The House's side, he goes towards a wall, which
suddenly blinks open like an eye and transforms into a computer
screen.
“Wait!
Isn't that going to get us in trouble?” Jacob cries. “I mean, that is what you said, right?”
“Probably!
But I've got to try it! I hate to say it, but the old...Codger is the
only one who can save us now...”
Mark
considers that “Codger” is the rough male equivalent to “Crone”,
but suspects that the Old Man has too much pride to call himself such
a thing. It makes sense; referring to oneself with such a name must
be embarrassing. Mark has distant memories of being a misogynist,
which he ignores as he concludes that the Old Man's equivalent must
just be some sort of “Old Woman”, presumably also intersex.
Didn't he also used to be transphobic...?
In his
confusion, Mark almost releases his grip on Susie, but she pulls him
back in.
Doctor
Kai opens up a folder on the Desktop, labeled “DO NOT USE AT THIS
TIME”. Inside, there's an executable—a distress beacon. He double
clicks and just waits.
Klaus
and Mina are close to the breach, so they are the only ones who watch
as the wood outside of McGee Manor seems to...morph. It's as if a
large (eldritch) tentacle is emerging from the paneling, which slowly
fattens, as if it's something that Mina would rather not think about
right now. It seems to be turning into an ornate and boil-covered
tube of sorts, which makes the metaphor considered even worse.
It is
then that this tube turns out be a horn, which sounds a deafening cry
over all the land. Which is to say, literally all of it.
Everyone on Earth-Beta-3 hears this cry, but only two listening to it
matter.
At the
next second, The House flashes white, and vanishes. With its contents, of course.
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