1/ Listen, I’ve never hitched a ride before so can I ask you a question?
2/ Sure
1/ Are you weird???
2/ Yes I am…. yes I am weird
1/ You’re weird?!
2/ yeah!
1/ Oh thank God!!!
1/_(answering phone)K.A.B.?
2/_ I like what you said but for your information, you lied… that fogbank is moving due-west and will probably miss those guys in the boat altogther
1/_Well, my gauges must be wrong. I’ve got a wind blowing due east. Now what kind of a fog blows against the wind?
2/_You got me.
1/_I’m not so sure I want you, you’re nothing but a voice on the phone
2/_And you’re just a voice on the radio. We’d make a perfect couple. You let me take you to dinner tonight, I’ll prove it to you.
1/_Sorry, Dan. My idea of perfection is a voice on the phone
11:55, almost midnight…… Enough time for one more story. One more story before 12……, just to keep us warm. In five minutes, it will be the 21st of April. One hundred years ago on the 21st of April, out in the waters around Spivey Point, a small clipper ship drew toward land. Suddenly, out of the night, the fog rolled in. For a moment, they could see nothing, not a foot in front of them. Then, they saw a light. By God, it was a fire burning on the shore, strong enough to penetrate the swirling mist!!!!. They steered a course toward the light. But it was a campfire, like this one!!!! The ship crashed against the rocks, the hull sheared in two, mast snapped like a twig. The wreckage sank, with all the men aboard. At the bottom of the sea, lay the Elizabeth Dane, with her crew and their lungs filled with salt water, their eyes open, staring to the darkness. And above, as suddenly as it come, the fog lifted, receded back across the ocean and never came again. But it is told by the fishermen, and their fathers and grandfathers that when the fog returns to Antonio Bay, the men at the bottom of the sea, out in the water by Spivey Point will rise up and search for the campfire that led them to their dark, icy death………12: 00, the 21st of April…….
blake is coming for us
Eleven fifty-five. Almost midnight. Enough time for one more story. One more story before twelve. Just to keep us warm…
Get inside and lock your doors, close your windows…… Theres something in the fog.
Is all that we see or seem/But a dream within a dream?
She’s crazy, there ain’t no fogbank out there……. aint no fogbank out there……. hey?…. there’s a fogbank out there!
This town sits around for a hundred years and nothing happens. And then one night the whole place falls apart.
Why not six, Blake? Why not me?
Youre the only person I know who can make Yes Ma’am sound like screw you…… Yes Ma’am
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