Here We Go Again – Almost Done (11)

3 October 2008

7am

It is Friday, 3 October.  At least Joders thinks that’s what the date is.  And she thinks she is on the West Coast.  But she might need to ask someone just to be sure.

It is early and it is bloody cold outside, so Joders walks briskly to try to keep warm.

It is not long before Joders is alerted to the sound of footsteps behind her.  They are not heavy footsteps so Joders is not alarmed.  They do not belong to a human being.

Joders looks over her shoulder and smiles at the small, fluffy dog trotting along behind her.  She stops and leans down to the dog.

Joders:  Hello small dog.  What are you doing out so early?

The small dog turns his head to one side and regards Joders curiously.

Joders:  Would you like something to eat?  I think I have some leftover English Muffin in my bag.  Let’s see?

The small dog smells the food and starts jumping around on his back legs, begging to be fed.

Joders:  Oh, you’re so cute!  Here doggy, have this.

Joders watches happily while the small dog demolishes the food, then licks his lips contentedly.  He jumps up onto Joders, his front paws on her knees, hoping for more to eat.

Joders:  Awwww!  Poor doggy.  I’ve got nothing left.  Hey, is that a collar with a name tag?  Let’s see?

Joders finds a name tag and and address on the back of the tag.

Joders:  (frowning)  Who would give you such a ridiculous name?  And this address?  That’s familiar.  Looks like we’re going in the same direction.  Want a lift?

The dog turns his head to one side and looks at Joders again.  Joders picks him up and carries him on to their destination, chatting good naturedly with him and being rewarded for her efforts by his wagging tail and happy smile.

As Joders approaches the address on the dog’s tag, the front door of the house opens and a male occupant rushes out onto the front doorstep, unsteady on his feet and  looking confused.

He see Joders walking on the footpath and tries to focus on her.  He rubs his eyes to clear his vision, then notices the small dog that is tucked under Joders’ arm.  He points excitedly at Joders and starts down the front steps.

Male Occupant:  That’s my dog!  You’ve found my dog!  Give me my dooooooo…… oooofff (clunk)!

His request for Joders to give his dog back is cut short as he trips down the front steps and falls face first into the garden.

Joders kneels down at his side and prods him gingerly to see if he’s still breathing.

Joders:  Are you still breathing?

Male Occupant:  (groaning and sounding muffled)  Am I dead?

Joders:  (backing away quickly)  No, you’re not dead.  But dude!  It’s too early in the morning for weed.  You stink!  Just lay there and sleep it off.  Loser.

Joders stands up and walks up the front steps, the dog still tucked under her arm.

The male occupant of the house has left the front door ajar, so Joders lets herself in and stands in the entrance.

Joders:  Hello?  Anyone home?

Female Occupant:  (calling from upstairs)  Yeah.  Who’s that?

Joders:  It’s me!

Female Occupant:  (bounding down the stairs and running to hug Joders)  It’s about bloody time.  I was wondering when you’d get here.  Hey, you found the dog!

Joders:  Yeah, I found your dipshit brother too.  He fell down the steps.  Quite spectacularly actually.  He’s lying face first in the garden out front.  I think he’ll be there for a while.

Female Occupant:  Good.  That’ll keep him out of my hair for a while.  Give me a chance to have breakfast in peace.  Want to join me Joders?

Joders:  Jennifer, I would love to join you for breakfast.  Wa-Wa could probably eat again too.

Jennifer:  Again?

Joders:  (sheepishly)  Yeah, I gave him the rest of my English Muffin.

Jennifer:  You never could resist a hairy little face, could you?

Joders:  Hey!  Don’t talk about Whorely like that!

Jennifer and Joders sit down to hot cups of tea.  Joders absent mindedly places her cup on a shiny CD sitting on the kitchen table.  Then notices that there are other CDs on the table as well.

One of them has “Supernatural” written on it.

Joders:  More Jensen Ackles, Jen?

Jennifer:  (smiling)  There will never be enough Jensen Ackles, Joders.  You should know that.  I’ve been downloading the current series.  Legally of course.

Joders:  Of course.  I really should watch the first few seasons.

Jennifer:  I could burn you your own copy.  Legally of course.

Joders:  Of course.  Legally.  Definitely.  Yes. Please!

Jennifers:  Though it pains me to say, I get the feeling that you didn’t come here to talk about Jensen Ackles?

Joders:  Maybe later there’ll be more time for Jensen,  but you’re right.  There’s something else I need to talk to you about.  Something very important.

And Joders shares the secret for the seventh (she thinks) time, this time with Jennifer who listens in stunned silence.

Joders:  So, you can make it can’t you?

Jennifer: Of course I can make it!  Just try to stop me!

Joders:  You’re not just saying this to get away from your brother?

Jennifer:  Of course not!  But that is icing on the cake you know?!

Joders:  I thought you might say that!

Joders has gathered together almost the entire crew.  By this afternoon hopefully everyone will be on board.  And on Saturday Joders will lay out the plan.  She is certain that no one suspects a thing.  We are so close you can almost taste it.  Just a few more days and life will never be the same…..