Chapter 3: Airports, Stalkers and Squeaking
Dolls

Nny had previously thought it was impossible for this multitude of people
to assemble in one place. But he wasn't really one to judge. How could he
possibly pick out Devi from the throngs of almost identical gray business
suits preparing for some far away meeting or Hawaiian shirts anxious for a
vacation somewhere warm? At least she looked like an individual which would
make this a little less difficult.

"Look for the purple hair and possibly the scary friend with the squeaking
doll.", he reminded himself. Devi hadn't known, but Nny had always been
watching her. He had seen Devi's newest attempts at dating gone horribly
wrong and even assisted in one. He chuckled to himself as he recalled the
look on a date she had taken to a haunted house's face when he saw a
guillotine "accidentally" come down on his head. He was reluctant to cause
Devi even more trauma than he already had, but it was the only fit
punishment in his eyes for an ape that called himself a man that made out
with a waitress while his date was in the bathroom.

His eyes scanned the airport wall and came upon a missing person poster. It
had a picture of Stanley Spedowski, the one that almost got away. It was
kind of complicated and something that Nny wasn't even sure he understood.
He caught Stan in front of the high school with his friends, calling him a
gay freak. He killed Stan's friends and took him to the basement to deal
with later. But Nny got in a car accident that night and Stan escaped the
next day with no one there to stop him. Ten years later when Nny came back
from the afterlife, Stan had just about taken over the world and was
planning to kill everyone like Nny, everyone who was different. He was
stopped and Johnny awoke to find himself alive and still at the scene of
the car accident. That was months ago and he still wasn't sure whether it
was real or not. But there was something on the poster that just didn't
seem right. Stan's age was 25?! But he was in high school! And with the
recovered memory from the dream he wasn't sure was real, he was eleven when
Nny was a teenager. Or at least he thought he was a teenager then.

Johnny wasn't paying attention to where he was going, so he walked right
into someone. Nny's eye twitched as they dropped their trademark squeaking
doll on the floor, then picked it up and started talking to it.

"Are you okay Spooky?"

"*squeak squeak*"

"Are you okay sir?" Nny took a few seconds to answer as he was not used to
people talking to him other than to insult him.

"Yes, I think. Do I know you?"

"Not that I remember. But my name's Tenna! And this is Spooky! Who are
you?"

"My name is Johnny, but you can call me Nny."

"Oh, so you're that homicidal maniac that Devi went out with! You don't
seem so bad as long as you're not murdering people and stuff! Are you going
to kill me?"

"No..you haven't done anything to deserve it. .Yet."

"You're scaring Spooky."

"*squeak*"

"Anyway, do you know where Devi is? I don't know if I can actually do it,
but I just wanted to try to apologize."

"I think you're a little late. I think her plane just took off." He looked
out the window and onto the runway where the tail lights of an airplane
blinked further and further away in the sunset.

"You know what I said about not having annoyed me yet?"

"Yeah."

"You are. Since I'm sure this was a mistake, I'm going to give you until
the count of ten before I decapitate you with my foot. One..two..three..."

"I really should be going now. It's been nice meeting you! Uh, she's going
to Boston in case you wanted to know!" Tenna ran as fast as she could for
the door to what she thought was the woman's room, but was really some sort
of interrogation room.

"Ms. Marsh, we've been waiting for ten minutes already. We found this thing
in Fligh 666's luggage and we suspect that he might have been trying to
infect the passengers with his weird rash thing." In the chair was a very
nervous looking blue haired kid with what looked like a horrendous case of
acne. Except it didn't cover just his face and he was scratching it every
few seconds.

"So what's your name?"

"Tim Cyanna. Who are you and why am I here?"

"I'm not Ms. Marsh or whoever, but this is fun anyway! Apparently you're
here because you were coughing and rubbing your rash all over the bags. Now
were you? Talk to Spooky!" The doll squeaked and Tim scratched his zit
rash.

"Well, the voice in my head, his name is Stan and I just got him two weeks
ago, told me to give everyone germs. I got here on the back of Johnny's car
and landed in the luggage. Then some nice people in uniforms dragged me
here. Can I have some water? Stan likes to make my temperature go up."

"Okay..maybe you should get some help. Have you been drinking? Your breath
smells like Listerine. Shouldn't he get some help Spooky?"

"Can I go now? I need to get Nny before he leaves."

"Okay. I think Nny's following Devi to Boston if that's any help. And by
the way, you need to get out more!" Tim ran out the door and down the
hallway to find the next flight to Boston. He assumed that Nny would be
following Devi, but wanted to get around paying for a ticket. So he got
back in the luggage and in with a flight labeled to go to his destination.

Tenna was interrogating another unsuspecting person on what their favorite
color was when another one ran into the room, panting.

"So what's YOUR favorite color?!"

"What?! Where is the blue haired kid that was in here before?!"

"He went to go chase his obsession at the command of an inner voice named
Stan."

"WHY DID YOU LET HIM DO THAT?! HE HAS SMALLPOX AND HE WAS TRYING TO SPREAD
IT THROUGH THE LUGGAGE!!!"

"So that's why he had that weird zit rash?"

"YES!"

"I think he was going to Boston to follow Johnny who was following.OH NO!!
DEVI!! She was on the flight with the stuff he landed in! When is the next
flight to Boston?"

"There isn't one. The airport's closed until we're sure there are no new
cases. Logan too. And by the way, YOU'RE FIRED!!"

"Fine. I don't even work here."