FBI and the CDC sitting in a tree

       I honestly don’t know what I’m looking at,” Christie said as she glowered over Taylor Caussyn’s shoulder at the spreadsheet that her Deputy Director was typing away at, “Which is really pathetic, considering that I was the one who wrote this program.”

Ol' Papa

            Timeaus stared at the crumbling mausoleum in front of him and looked over at Ol’ Papa. The vampire king of the Bayou titled his head to gaze back front under the brim of his hat and he grinned at him, “You aren’t afraid of dead people, are you?”

Dinah

            Roland stood at the edge of the Mississippi River, his vision blurring slightly as the thousands of tons of water surged past him lazily. It had been many decades since he had crossed over the river, and even though he had hitchhiked to Cape Girardeau from Las Vegas, he now stood paralyzed in front of the great twisting snake of water.