Back in front of the TV in my room, sounds of Kelsey snores drifting through the wall as background noise.

I held the idol I'd snagged in my real-life hand and watched as on screen, Larry looked over that same insignia in his polygonal hand.

At this point, I had too much on my mind to sweat the supernatural stuff.

Hmm, said Larry. I'm struggling with this one. So is Google, man. I said back. All my attempts to

describe or deduce what this was was unsuccessful. He lingered on it, Disquieting. He pocketed it.

I will ruminate.

Nonetheless, given our lack of progress, I can, if you'd like, try another vision.

Yes, please, I said to the TV.

Do note that I grow weak and will need further sustenance once this is complete.

I nodded.

He returned to his back room, again doing his visualization ritual,

conjuring up two new images, this time on the bulletin board.

A picture of a poorly drawn stick family.

And beside it, the picture of a key.

Family key? I asked.

Family is the key.

Larry said, lowering to the floor, presumably low on energy.

Is there something going on with your family?

I swallowed.

Maybe.

He leaned against the wall, lowering even more.

Thusans, I need peanut butter, palms all off.

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