His right hand was interlaced with her left

His right hand was interlaced with her left hand and resting on her lap. She cradled their joined hands with her right hand. He wore a baseball cap & she had bright blond hair with

fancy plaits inspired by the Book of Kells. He was a white guy with strawberry blond dreads and a braided beard. He was secretly knitting her a cap. On that park bench in winter

was a hobo with the name Gerard. Now this hobo took to the white guy with strawberry blond dreads and a braided beard because this fella made the voices stop. Together they

took their show on the road as 'Hobo Gerard and the Woven Albino'. The albino would rant incoherently and Gerard would translate, insisting that these were predictions. It took a

pigment injection before everyone else could also understand the albino. The predictions were just as Gerald had translated which meant there were only 31 hours until

the hidden labels will rise to let us know what others really thought of us. Unless we stopped it. 31 hours was never going to be enough time but that is what we had. The albino ha

ha'd. "Crap, if only we had the tech!" Susan grasped her hair. "Let's raid an old Radio Shack!" suggested the albino. But how could we stop the Open Mind Project from exposing our

were back, crestfallen . There were no more Radio Shacks. They found out they would need to shop for the needed gear. THey had to get a credit card.

But they don't. So they never finish their doing task.