Magnus Bones

The Underground King was not as happy to see me as he normally is, and I don't know if its because he was expecting I'd forget about the piece, or because of his unexpected guest.

He was there. He was there, and I thought for a moment that I must be imagining things. I must be in faery land, for him to be standing there. He looked solemn, and his eyes still shine even with no light. 

He did not look at me once, not directly, but with my back turned, I could feel him staring at me. 

I did not expect to see him - and I wonder what he was doing there? He never knew the Underground Kingdom existed until I told him, with his head nestled against my chest and his fingers tracing unseen patterns on my stomach.

It is, indeed, curious.

Well, I got what I came for and I can be on my way now, out of the city.. and I hope to leave this feeling of sickness behind.

The torrential downpour in San Francisco has reached such a height that the streets are flooded. Children are carefully placing paper boats at the edge of the water, grinning in glee when the current sweeps them away. Mice are sailing upon plastic water bottles, old cups, and various other garbage that has yet to succumb to the current of rain water. 

I have the privilege of watching all of this from my hotel window within the city. I do not envy the mice, that have to brave the ocean in the street to find shelter. But soon I will have to face the elements, for I have business to attend to in the City...

Until later,

M. B.