When people think of Marge Simpson they think marshmallow squares, but besides that they think of her three (now two) kids that she loved dearly and would given her life to protect.
They thought a loving wife that would do anything, and believe me anything has been done.
They thought of a person that broke when her son disappeared three years ago, reduced to a psychological shell of herself.
Never have they thought she would be in a hotel on the edge of Shelbyville, with a strange man.
Never have they thought that psychological imbalance has been there for years, one could see it but they would never admit it.
Taking the man's money after redressing, she smiled as she left.
A strange dark gleam appeared in her blue eyes.

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Homer pulled into his parking space, he groaned as he always did when facing the fact he has to walk to the front doors. It was times like this he wished robots would just pick him up and carry his everywhere, but soon it was replaced with the fear they'll walk him over a cliff.
That was motivation enough.
Once clocking in he went to sector 7-G, his' body was on auto-drive while his brain took care of more important issues.
Well 30% of his brain was taking care of more important issues, the rest was what was half the so-called "raisin"s at Krusty Buger's cookies.
It was about the shambles of a marriage, it was about the kids and it was about the biggest problem he's facing.
Marge's new persona, the one that reared it's ugly head when they (he & Marge) took a trip all around the country trying to live it up on a honeymoon they never had.
First time it was kinky and unusual, but when they got home she started to act a little.... Off as Homer would put it.
Strange movements, change in attitude, the unexplainable moments.
Homer knew he would lose in a devoice case, and Marge would get the kids.
And the current state of mind of Marge was terrifying, and Homer worried about his daughters. Bart.
Homer lean back and tapped his finger on his chin, the mask of Marge began to crack around the time when Bart disappeared.
Doing something a bit rare for him he went back to work, the entire plant has been on a very high strain from the heat wave that's been happening lately.
It was so easy to have a overload and have everything go into a system lock down with just one small time like a digital clock or desk fan.
They took away his jingle bell Santa this time so he has all the time in the world.
Time to think, to wonder, to worry and to find a solation.
Or maybe he is just being a lousy husband?

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A quick pit stop at a old building hidden by years of over growth and the deep woods, in the seventies it was a Japanese-style hotel (ryokan), build near a hot springs the owners hoped the near by patrons would love to try something a bit unusual and out there.
Saddly they closed a year later and this building has been used for years.
There was strange grafiti abound, there were a few used condoms and empty bottles here and there.
Standing in the threshold memories flood the mind.
This is.... Where it happened.
With a step it was like going back to that day, the day of the disappearnce.
If these walls could speak, they scream.