The Next Day

The squirrel was howling, which awoke Max and Logan, and surprisingly Sketchy. Max, who had tossed and turned in the night, or rather morning, awoke to see Logan looking at her hair. He snickered and then went to answer the door (the doorbell had rung). It was Alec, and Original Cindy, who had gone home earlier. He let the two in. After that, he ran to the window and opened it. He took an old computer mouse that was lying on the counter and threw it at the howling squirrel. Now it howled no more.

Max, who had run to the bathroom to check her hair, screamed. It was not like her to care about her hair, but she had to scream. It had been tangled into a bow. Weird, she thought. She straightened it out and returned to the living room to find Alec saying 'Yeah', Original Cindy deep in conversation with Logan about hoverdrones and how they give no privacy, and Sketchy was...ready to jump! No one else had noticed Sketchy on the windowsill, with the window open, no one except her.

"Sketchy!" she shouted. Max ran over to the window and pulled him down.

"What?" he asked woozily.

"You were ready to jump!"

"I was? I thought that I was supposed to! This voice in my head kept telling me to view that killer whale outside the window..."

"There's no killer whale outside the window! They live in the ocean! Whacko," Max muttered. She closed the window and walked over to Logan, leaving a very confused Sketchy mumbling to himself about where killer whales actually live and how pretty the whale looked floating over that SUV. He was now talking to Cindy about the prices of gasoline.

"Five dollars a gallon! I remember when it used to be $1.95..." Logan exclaimed.

"Hey, Logan, Cindy. I've got nothing to do."

"Yeah," Alec put in.

"So why doesn't the author end this story?" Logan asked.

"I don't--

ZAP! The story is now ended.