DIRECTOR’S OFFICE, RADCLIFFE LUNATIC ASYLUM
D r. Tom Truckle, still sipping his favorite mock turtle soup, was watching the Pillar with intent through the surveillance camera.
The Pillar was smoking his hookah as usual. He was wiggling his feet and singing along to a song called “What if God Was Mad Like Us. ” Tom actually liked the tune.
What was new? The Pillar was happy as usual, not giving a damn about this world.
But Tom was still puzzled, staring at the invitation he’d received from the Queen to attend the Event.
The invitation that hadn’t been for him.
The invitation that had originally been to Professor Carter Cocoon Chrysalis Pillar.
Why had the Queen of England invited the Pillar to the Event? That puzzled Tom a lot.
He wished he could figure it out, watching the Pillar in his cell twenty-four-seven. But the Pillar never did anything strange or anything that hinted at a clue.
Until now...
Dr. Tom Truckle watched the Pillar stand up and pull out a secret drawer in his favorite couch. From inside, he pulled out a mask of a clown, then a long leather coat, and lastly, a ridiculously long hat.
That among a number of teacups.
Tom squinted, horror filling his eyes. This couldn’t be. This just couldn’t be.
The Pillar sat back on the couch, smoking his hookah and staring at something in his hand. Something Tom couldn’t see without zooming in.
Tom zoomed in, and he could see it.
While the Pillar was humming, “What if God Was Mad Like Us,” he was holding a golden key in his hand. He kept staring at it with a wide smirk from ear to ear on his face, fiddling with the key and smoking his hookah.
The END...