Dreams of the Quill

I think that we’re due for a Marin chapter.

But Joe didn’t see work when his inbox loaded.

A new e-mail from dorito, three down in the list of recent messages, caught his eye immediately with its shocking title: “did you see the news about guantanamo?!” Joe opened the e-mail and tore through it.

“footage of ‘demons’ at gitmo… [link] . this is like what happened at the library in berk, Anonymous. there’s some connection between rin and the demons, i think. she mailed me only half an hour before that incident telling me i could get good photos, and then there was that huge demon. good photos indeed. anyway that’s probably where rin _was_ don’t know where rin _is_, now… your guess is as good as mine but it seems like gitmo’s done for. dhs should have a field day censoring this crap but apparently france and japan got satellite footage of the demons so there’s no stomping out without more invasions. fun stuff huh! nyway Anonymous, i’ll keep looking for stuff but maybe shouldn’t poke too deep till our leaders announce our stance on the matter… politics, touchy, etc. -dorito george”

Joe blinked, and then clicked the link only to find that the site in question was down due to server load. Understandable, he reasoned. Given the boring nature of the world, sensational “news” would attract a lot of attention.

Joe sighed at this.

“News.”

He’d seen the “news” on Blue Sky weeks before, regarding the supposed “incident” in Berkeley. No reputable news source had commented on it. Joe had attributed the “photos” to dorito’s impressive artistic talent. He didn’t believe much in coincidence but it was possible that this dorito guy was a total nut on a level similar to Marin’s, and that this “news” of demons at Guantanamo was completely made up.

That was the only possible explanation, Joe decided. Guantanamo? Demons? Impossible.

And that’s when Joe saw the postscript.

“P.S. the sun has been extinguished - your thoughts?”

That confirmed it for Joe. The sun was shining brightly just outside his window. This dorito fellow was simply bananas, nothing more and nothing less. Nothing had happened at Guantanamo. Marin was still missing. Demons weren’t running rampant anywhere, be it California or Cuba.

“Dorito’s insane,” he muttered, voicing his opinion in order to further convince himself that the impossible could not happen.

“YES!” yelled Dan, just outside his cubicle. “Doritos are insanely good!!”

Joe spun around and shot his intrusive colleague a murderous glare. The redhead retreated with an apologetic look on his face. Sighing once more, Joe returned to his inbox. He trashed dorito’s e-mail and started replying to the vitriol sent his way by disgruntled train-takers.