Chapter 10, everybody! In which favorite mugs are discussed….Sorry for the delay on this one—being off school screws me up. *~*
Combined Gamers, thanks for the review! Glad you like, and hope I can continue to please! :D
Don't Starve © 2013 Klei Entertainment
Back to the Future © 1985 Robert Zemeckis
"Are you okay?" Charlie asked.
No. No, he wasn't okay—this didn't make any sense—
"I—I have to go," Wilson said, bolting for the back door.
Charlie watched him go, hands on her hips, before rounding on her husband.
"See?" she said, pointing. "This is why we can't have friends."
"What did I do?" Maxwell asked.
"You scared him off."
"Good—he broke my favorite mug."
"That wasn't your favorite mug—the one with the chess set on it is."
"That was my second-favorite one then."
"You ran him over."
"He ran out in front of me!"
"He's absolutely terrified of you."
"Now we don't have to worry about setting out an extra plate."
"Max," Charlie emphasized. "You promised that when we moved, you'd give being sociable a try."
"I was sociable before."
"So long as there were stage lights between you and the audience."
"There needs to be that separation."
"Max—"
"Fine, fine—next person I run over, I promise I'll be nicer to."
"That's all I ask."
Wilson was a couple of blocks away when he finally stopped, leaning against a telephone pole and rubbing his chest.
He was being silly, he realized—that was the future where Professor Carter got gunned down—it'd make perfect sense that he'd still be alive in 1955. That was what he had been banking on, for crying out loud!
No…no, that wasn't what had thrown him for a loop, he realized.
Professor Carter…had been married?
That made no sense—or maybe it did. A lot could have happened in thirty years—she could have left him, he could have left her, she could have died—
That last thought made him feel ill.
"Okay, Dr. Higgsbury," he muttered. "You've found Professor Carter—now what?"
The answer was obvious.
Go back and try to explain things to him.
Oh boy….