I Think Weir’s Alone Now

Where’d everyone go, Bobby?

“Billy’s up the ladder.”

In the rigging again?

“He likes it up there. Says he descends from tree people.”

That’s not a thing.

“No, but it’s not worth arguing over. Phil’s been muttering about bocce courts all day, disappeared an hour ago.”

That’ll end well.

“Mickey’s in Galveston.”

Why?

“Well, you know: you asked where people were. You didn’t ask why.”

I’m asking now. Why is Mickey in Galveston?

“Half-sister’s diabetes is acting up, and he had to carry her over to the store for pie.”

I’m sure none of that is right.

“Yeah, but that’s what I was told, and I honestly don’t care enough to even question it.”

Where’s Garcia?

“Dressing room.”

Right.