"Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Where exactly are you taking him, anyway?"

Bobby-Jo looked at Joe-Bob, currently popped up on a dolly, still frozen in place. "I have a friend who knows a lot about catatonics, he should be fine in a few months."

"When are you coming back?" Nny asked

"I'm not sure if I am."

"I'll look after the place."

Bobby-Jo smiled. "I know you will. I'll miss you a whole lot, Nny." Without warning, she reached out and gave him a crushing hug. Nny's eyes widened and he threw his arms back.

"Um... yes. No hugging, please."

"Sorry." Bobby-Jo threw one last titanic smile at the Raunchy Horse, then wheeled her boyfriend to her car and drove off.

Nny stood on the threshold of the Raunchy Horse's front door for a while, then went back inside. He walked around a while, getting a feel for what it was like empty. Lots of space, comfortable, no people around... He could be almost happy here. He wasn't too worried about the police anymore, he suspected with him as the sole occupant of the house they'd loose interest quickly. And the uneasy feeling he'd originally harbored was starting to leave him.

Still not quite at home with the silence yet, he turned on the television in the den. A news program came on, showing a bubbleheaded blonde anchor and a picture of a burning hospital. "...Suspicion of arson." The anchor said. "This possibility was compounded by the disappearance of three patients." The hospital was replaced by pictures of Edgler, Donnie and Renfield. Nny raised an eyebrow. "If you have any information as to the whereabouts of these men, please contact-" He turned the TV off.

"You're making some screwed-up friends there, Johnny-boy." A ficus plant near him said.

Nny smiled. "Judge a man by the company he keeps."

Then a bunch of zombies burst out from the cellar.


That's a wrap, people! Keep watching this board for the sequel, "Patchwork Psyche," which will feature a whole NEW nest of famous loonies trapped in a house together!