Al left his cousin a voice-mail but stumbled

Al left his cousin a voice-mail but stumbled through it. Why was it so hard? It was like his brain froze up when it realized his voice was being recorded, taking too long to say

"I'm pretty sure your phone has been tapped by the...well, what my sources are indicating is that you'd better refrain from...oh, and about Betty, she's a...I'm sorry. I can't talk

right now, there's some people from - hold on. (No, the other one. That one's dangerous.) Anyway, don't trust anyone. And about Betty - you'd better prepare for - gotta go. Bye!"

There was a crash of splintering wood and Betty's fist appeared through the door followed a couple of seconds later by Betty herself. I dropped my coffee in surprise, burning my le

ft sideburn with a snap, crackle, pop. Betty climbed through the giant hole her fist just made through my sad, wooden door. But I was more concerned about survival than property da

mage. Betty was a fighter. She said, "Archie! Damn it, we have to live. Survival is mental, so buck up." She was right. Jughead died so we could live. So from the wreckage

of the burning building, she pulled her mangled body and determinedly stood up. "Let's blow up those idiots who killed Jughead." So, with Archie in tow she staggered towards the

House at 128 Fourth Street. Not knowing whether anyone would answer the doot they rang bell #9. No one.answered but they at least knew who lived there. Good enough.

-'ll do that! So they sent them a postcard with a pentagram on it which brought the demons down upon their mailbox. They never opened that mailbox or saw the postcard. Hallelujia!