Epilogue
Three days later...
Tim sat...beneath the Bodhi tree, breathing in and out. He hoped that this wouldn't be considered sacrilegious since only the Buddha really sat there, at least so far as he knew. It just gave him a feeling of peace and peace was getting harder and harder to come by as the final event came closer and closer.
His phone rang.
Tim sighed and banished the image, got off his bed and answered.
"Hey, Tony."
"You know what I'm going to say."
Tim smiled. "I'm ready. Which one?"
"I think we'd better go for Road to Utopia this time. We've watched the first three."
"Okay. I'll be right over."
"How are you doing, Tim?"
"I'm all right...and I'm ready to watch the next Road picture."
"I'll have popcorn ready."
"Great."
Tim hung up the phone and hurried out. Tony would probably never realize it, but watching these movies with him had become the reward Tim craved after each brush with the supernatural world. Perhaps he didn't know what would come of it all.
...but if there was still a DVD player and a TV available afterwards, Tim knew that he and Tony would watch Bing Crosby and Bob Hope bumble their way through another adventure.
...and maybe do a little bit of patty-cake on their way.
FINIS!