A noise at the door. It’s not morning. The lights are still dim. Who is coming into my room? They haven’t done this yet. I tense up, expecting something bad is about to happen.
The door opens. It’s a nocker. What the fuck is a nocker doing with the keys and dressed in a lab coat?
“Well, you are the first person who isn’t fully human to open my door since they threw me into this hell hole.”
“Aye. I brighten everyone’s day. Now get up, and get out. Ye’re free ta go.”
Free? I’m free? I get up and walk slowly out of the room. My redcap friend is standing outside my door. We look at each other, and I say, “Well, I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here. What do you say?” He nods, and I follow the rest of the poor souls out the back door.
Waiting out back is Jarvis, the pooka I was asked to entertain. He says hello, and asks if I’m ready to return to Wildwood. I say yes, and crawl into the back of his car. I’m out of this place. My redcap is out. I hope I see him again.
We return to Wildwood, and Jarvis pops the trunk of his car. Inside is Aslyn, behaving in a very distraught manner. She’s shrieking about being kidnapped and having to tend to a patient. Jarvis leads her inside, and to the bar. He tells her he’s Jesus, and in her delirious state, she appears to believe him. I am thoroughly confused, but I don’t give enough of a shit at the moment to really pay attention. I just want a drink, and then to sleep in my own (borrowed) bed, and enjoy my freedom.
As I sit at the bar, Aslyn has episode after episode while dealing with an eshu. I don’t know what’s going on, and I just smile and enjoy the show. Jarvis calls me Mary Magdaline to go along with his Jesus story, and I just laugh and play along. When the eshu leaves for a moment, I promise to keep Aslyn at the bar.
The nocker who opened my door arrives, and kisses the eshu behind the bar, then heads toward the office. My redcap is suddenly sitting at the bar with a bar stool between us. I realize he must belong to this freehold. I am immensely relieved to see him, and continue to drink my whiskey as I turn around and watch my band bungle through a piece that they have no business playing. Fine. Let them be stupid. I’ll fix that issue in the morning.