Where is Everybody? Thirty seven

August third, fourth and fifth, a cool string of days in what I still call the town of angles. For no purpose do I continue to write these, if for no purpose other than my own sanity. My own state of mind has been partially eased. Fu-- I shall not use that word.

Those miracle cauliflowers have made a marked improvement. What has that clot been putting in the soil? Or have we been blessed with secretly God blessed land just cross the street that allows it? Or this thaumic power's doing it. I'll lay my horn on it. Or Willie really has a green thumb. Or hoof. He may be a crook, but damn if he doesn't grow a nice crop. Maybe it's just that type and none other. Having a living incendiary doesn't hurt matters, either. Or maybe they feed on vibes now like our beetle friend.

Which brings me to that again. I wouldn't miss Val and Vinnie so much if I just met them, especially since they are different body typed than the rest, save three of us.. That power to read emotions is real valuable in a world where we are sparse, and there may be people who will turn up who aren't kosher. A polygraph test essentially. Betray ill intention unless they are a sociopath and feel nothing.

Sweet has been cutting the excess off and put it back to the start. She sure boils a nice cauliflower. And knows the right cut. She has picked some apples out and buried the cores in their yard. She's been planning to stay there overnight and did the first day they were missing. She's still living here, but seems drawn to the soil they have been enriching across the way.

We've had no luck getting Monica's car either. I presume he's still in it. No HPI reports make any claim there's any cars speeding down the highway, nor any obvious activity going on anywhere.

We got ourselves a small drizzle. Not enough to saturate the ground, but plenty enough to sustain the weeds, which is what we want anyway. Less plants to take care of.

We've filled up that hole we've been leaving waste in and started a new one further down the hedge, next to the wall.

Anthony has been burning stuff, but not with magnifying glass. He's been starting fires with his mind, apparently, usually when upset. Monica told him to man up, stop crying about Mom, and grow a backbone. The tablecloth combusted while Sherman was warning him not to antagonise this clot. It's a good thing Angela was there to extinguish it, and apparently had been listening in the other room, huh?

Anthony and I have had dreams again. After several (read many) deathlike sleeps, we have awakened again. More dreams about powerful witch lady and a young man standing next to her for some reason. Like her, he has a flowy garment on, a cloak. A dull grey for her brilliant cerulean dress. He has no silver, sapphire studded crown on his head, nor any silver shoes. He has no shoes for what I can see. Anthony told me he saw something more.

They were both standing in front of a mirror that was rippling, and from where he could see it, there was a couple of marks to be seen in that room: Namely, a crescent moon on the door, which was also seen on her, and a harp on him. The other double door had a lightening bolt engraved on it.

They both seemed solemn. Save the boy, who was devastated looking. What could trigger such a reaction?

I hope to find out. I don't want these dreams to be a manifestation of insanity. I also want to believe she knows more than we, and we'll see her for real.

Oh, and that landscape outside, I'm glad to have had a view of that. I got a look of the topography. It looks like a perfect illustration, what with identically shaped mountains in the background, and textures within that make them seem all the more real. A desert in front of it that abruptly ends rather than have any transitional zone, immediately starting the foothills.

There's a small village with a single corridor, and what looks like a single farmhouse just south of it, surrounded by a huge apple orchard and a barn on the side that has no trees. The desert is all around this town and that residence/farm, with a smaller mountain range south of it, and a huge one north of it, and the one west having what looks like rolling hills, dry and barren as the rest of it, but having one just before the farm grassy and lush looking.

Where the northern range ends on the east side is what looks like a large town, bigger than the desert one. At the center seems to be a large mansion with what I presume to be an observatory next door. If that lady lives, there, it's almost certainly in that mansion or the house next to it.
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I have had another view of the desert. I do love this place, yet I want to go home. But if there's one solitary thing to be gained from being here, I will find it. I trotted to its edge and left Vinnie and Val on the rather large mattress. Passing through the edge of the orchard that just curves round the barn, I went up the hill to find Monica's vehicle still in good condition. I got in and started it up, but could not drive it due to my reduced size. I watched the sun rise over the vast, flat plain to the east, and got an eyeful. Whoever is overlooking us didn't see fit to take this away from me. TY.

I fell asleep and lost track of time shortly thereafter, but I was awakened to see what I presumed to be a filly peeking in on me. She was staring at me through the front windshield, and was soon joined by two others. Wide eyed, expressive like they all seem to be, almost certainly curious. When I opened the door, she yelped, and the other two fillies jumped off of the hood in surprise. The two others bled in, and examined the car from inside. They seemed oddly inspired by the whole thing. They even messed and tampered, crudely with the controls.

This infuriated me enough to beat the snot out of one of them, punching her in the face repeatedly, while her friend shouted in that language I grew tired of quickly. I smacked her across the face, then bit her ear. It was when I did this I came to my senses and stopped. The remaining one ran off like the wind and took the other two with her, but gestured for me to follow.

I did, and AB (Why won't she nor Lyle give me her full name?) glared at me. She finally took them off of me long enough to throw a sack of straw at me, point at it, and say one word in English: "Eat." I hesitated. "Eat." I did. And it was terrible. I deserve it anyway.

My friends weren't proud of me, but they didn't seem angry. They'd just about had it with this apple girl, too, and were eager to get out of here. Val De Lump could feel the heat from the anger seething off of me, and told me so, as Lyle led us away from the farm.

Onto the sole main road we got, and straight up we went, right to that giant platform at the end of it. But first, he stopped and went into the bakery to get a couple of things. Out came his four friends, Cupcake, Rare, Muffin, and Ditsy. They all greeted me, said goodbye, and good luck. With Mr Harper to translate, of course. Even without comprehending what they were saying, all four of them sounded identical. How can you tell them apart when they say something neutral like "hello"? Two little children came out of the shop and tugged and hugged my legs. I melted. The Cake twins eyes gleamed as they kissed my legs, demanding one of their own. I gave it to them. They seemed afraid of Val and Vinnie, but their mother wasn't, and she and her identical sounding friends all shook them goodbye.

As we boarded the train (They do have some forms of transport here!) Lyle told me we'd be spending a few days in his place under telescope. It was real important to be prepped before we saw his mistress and literal lady of the night. Why did I have the feeling she would sound exactly like those four mares in the bakery and even the twins?

The place was right on the square of the stop, and I was real eager to get out, as were Vinnie and Val. He left us in a room with sparse furnishings and a bowl of fruit and some board games. He said to make ourselves at home as he goes next door to tell her we were here, and that he'd come back with her response by the hour.

I feel I'm about to get my answer real soon, but first, I should rest. That train ride was nothing like Amtrak, and more like the ones you'd find in theme parks, city zoos, and even public parks that offer train rides. It took the better part of the afternoon to get here, and he said we'd get to see her tomorrow if all goes well. It sure is nice to sleep on a real bed for a change.