"Gentlemen, and lady, I have assembled you

"Gentlemen, and lady, I have assembled you to join my FoldingStory strike team." said Det.Manatee to the group. Dr.Moodle, Souperwoman, Jakob and the torso stared at Det.Manatee.

"You need help about that Torso, maybe like a Holy worker or something." said Jakob.

Jakob believed in miracles, but he spent his days up a ladder painting the broadside of barns. What did he know? The Torso didn't have a head, but at least it knew when to be quiet

whenever Emilia checked up on him. Emilia is the closest Jakob could get to believing Goddesses are real. But then again, Emilia could be a figment of his imagination, like

Drumpf. That made sense to somebody. Jacob was sure of it. Then he would concede to himself that somebody might also be a figment. The more he thought like this the more he fragme

fragmented everything into their own spaces. He imagined his thoughts packed up in boxes, taped shut in the attic until spring came.

Could he, would he be able to last that long though? Spring was a long ways off from tomorrow. His plans to write a new story would

Require a lot of research. He spent the winter months in the public library and had laser surgery so his retina reattached itself. Dr. Acheson was amazed.

His unchecked optimism taking hold, he proposed to his long-unrequited love interest, Winona Payne. Together, they founded Acheson-Payne's Marriage Counselling Service, which