It's been lovely writing this...over 4-5 years. I am lame. But I thank whomever decided to stay with the entire thing. And to all of the newcomers who thought it was good enough to read: I am amazed to have all of you review.
What may be good news to some: it's not really over. I have two more frightfully awful stories to wrap up the main theme of this entire mess of words.
What may be bad news to others: uh...it's not really over. Sorry. You're a punk and you'll miss out on some important details if you fail to read.
Anyway, I'll see you all in the next installment, Professor Layton and the Enchanted Labyrinth.
Finally able to breathe,
Kelsey
CHAPTER 50: EPILOGUE
A young officer named Jarvitz reached for another iced donut, rummaging through an oily cardboard box until he realized, sadly, he'd already eaten the last one an hour ago.
"Bollocks…" he grumbled, pushing the trash off the side of the desk and into the trash can. The box hit the lip of the bin and several colorful sprinkles scattered across the dark carpet like a blast of confetti. The man groaned, knowing his superior would most likely walk in and see the mess before it was able to be cleaned up. "Jacinta! I have a code red!"
He was met with a gutteral growl from the adjoining room. Apparently Jacinta wasn't up for another mishap to fix.
Just as Jarvitz was about to go fetch the vacuum cleaner, the phone on his desk rang. He turned to reach for it, but was interrupted by the handheld radio at his waist.
It crackled to life with a cryptic message: "Another bloody mess on the tarmac, looks like Christmas is early, huh?"
Jarvitz rolled his eyes, knowing his superior had a way with sarcasm and the phrase 'looks like Christmas is early' whenever something particularly difficult was dished out to the police. He was sure this message was meant to be delivered with the usual intent, and decided to answer the phone instead.
"The Landing's Police Office, Officer Jarvitz speaking," the man drawled. He wasn't expecting anything interesting to happen, which was the case on most days. The island was small, and it wasn't as if anything atypical ever occured…
"Another bloody mess on the tarmac, looks like Christmas is early, huh?"
Holding the phone away from his ear and staring at it (as if it would reveal some hidden secret, or perhaps disintegrate in a poof of smoke), Jarvitz snarled and crunched his nose. "Some kind of prank…?" He put the phone back to his ear. "Hammond?" he asked cautiously, hoping it was his superior just being desperate and attempting to contact him by multiple means of communication.
Nothing more was said from the other end of the line, but a bulky, uniformed man rounded the corner of the door frame and vehemently entered the stuffy office. Jarvitz almost dropped the phone after witnessing the surly and frustrated appearance of his boss.
"I can explain, Hammond, I mean, Sheriff—"
"Another bloody mess on the tarmac, looks like Christmas is early, huh?!" Sheriff Hammond exploded, slamming a fist on the desk's surface. Everything on it bounced and vibrated.
Jarvitz, now silent, placed the receiver gingerly back on its base. He stared at the large man stupidly.
"You just…but I just heard…what you just said…twice…"
"Yes, you blabbering buzz-head, I know. It's another classic Imperman Landing incident. Don't act surprised." The sheriff pointed a muscled finger at his subordinate. "You were born at night, but not last night. Let's go."
Dragging his foot quickly across the sprinkled carpet in a quick attempt to hide the donut mess, Jarvitz suspected the colored crystals were the least of the messes he'd be forced to clean that evening.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Keep an eye out for Professor Layton and the Enchanted Labyrinth!
