Reality Crashes Down

PIW Unforeseen Consequences
Nov. 2, 2002

The dressing room door was open a crack, allowing the camera to peek through from the hallway. Inside, Wippit Guud sat facing the far wall, his head propped up on one arm that was leaining on his knee. In his right hand he helt a piece of paper, which was not readable from this distance.

"Again..." muttered Wippit. "I have to job again..."

He sat up straight, balled the paper up, and threw it against the wall. He took a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

"That's fine." he said quietly to himself. "I know my job. If they don't appreciate me, that's fine... that's.... fine.... that's..."

Wippit head suddenly sank into both hands, and he began to quietly sob.

The camera pulled back, to include the fact that Trey Vincent was looking through this peekhole into Wippit's dressing room, and, it appeared, a peekhole into Wippit's soul. Trey frowned, concern creasing his brow and narrowing his eyes, but he perked up after a few seconds. He broke into a smile and nodded silently to the back of Wippit's head.

"Don't worry buddy," said Trey, "I've got a plan."

Trey turned and walked out of the camera's view.

NEXT CHAPTER: Trey Vincent vs. Wippit Guud >>

©2002 John Leary