a/n: Next Monday, I'm leaving for a three week trip. My net time, especially, during the first two weeks or so, will be limited. I'll try to write as much as I can before then. Maybe I might add another chappy to one of my other stories. Who knows?

Morlock had bright orange hair, and blue eyes and greeted everyone in a thick irish brogue "Good evenin' !"

Everyone returned his greeting, and Hope introduced me.

"Morlock, this is Don, a cousin of mine. He's interested in joining us"

"It's always good to have new members" Morlock said with a smile and he shook my hand. "Have you been told much?"

"A little here and there, I've been mostly getting to know people" I told him. He radiated the usual kind of charm most cult leaders did.

"I told Don about our little group and what we do." Hope said.

"Let's all sit in a circle" Morlock announced.

Everyone followed his instruction.

"Sit over here!" Antha indicated a spot next to her.

"Sure" I smiled, sat down, and studied Morlock. He seemed well liked by the others. As soon as everyone settled, He turned his attention to me.

"Tell us about yourself, Don"

"I'm a private investigator, who wants more out of life." I said, worried that Hope would mention that I'm a former FBI agent.

"Don't we all?" Morlock smiled while everyone else nodded.

Then, he did a bullshit lecture that took Druid elements, Native American elements, and stuff he just pulled out from his ass. Afterwards, he excused himself to get a 'surprise' from his car. They turned out to be home made chocolate chip and oatmeal cookies. After a few of the former, I felt a sense of well being, and optimism. Everyone broke into little groups and talked. I chatted amicably with Antha. She was in her late twenties, and worked as a vet tech. I couldn't get enough of the cookies; they were delicious and even better than mom's! Several oatmeal cookies later, everything started to seem different. I smelled apple cinnamon, sour cream, onions, and steak all at the same time. The spider Antha had tattooed on her neck seemed to be moving! Then, I saw a corpse's head rolling around.

"Morlock puts stuff in the cookies...to help us better connect with our world and reality" Antha said.

"Oh..." I was feeling overwhelmed.

"Stick with the chocolate chip cookies..." she recommended and I did so. Then, Antha suggested with a smile, "Why don't we go to my place?"

"I uh...have a tail to do later..." I lied. She was a little young for me, and while cute, didn't seem to be my type.

"With all the oatmeal cookies you've had, you're gonna tell your client that the tail pranced around with fairies." Antha laughed. I could have almost sworn that the dismembered head laughed too in a deep voice...

"So..uh….ecstasy and LSD are the keys to finding out about the world and reality?" I asked to see if those were the ingredients. Also, I dreaded that I might have to call Charlie or Dad for a ride.

"He doesn't use those, silly goose!"

"What then? I'm just curious" I made myself sound casual.

"Morlock is not at liberty to tell us..." she said. "Besides, I've tried ecstasy and it feels different."

"Oh...okay.,..." I had my doubts, as neither of us was exactly sober.

At that very moment, the dismembered head began to sing Monty Python's lumberjack song off tune. It even wore a lumberjack hat over the bald head, and semi decomposed face. If Morlock wasn't putting LSD in the cookies, my name is Donna.

"What are you seeing?" she asked; my eyes were transfixed onthe head. I told her, and she laughed.

"Your belt was insulting me."

"Oh...How long before this wears off?"

"It might take you a while..."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"We do that to all the noobs..."

"Thanks a lot" I thought.

Just when I thought this evening couldn't get weirder, it did.

TBC

sorry this chappy is kinda short.