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Crick’s back, compounded by my reluctance to double-dose Aleve and the cold the boy sneezed into my mouth. Serves me right: haven’t run in months, been binging on ice cream, and sleeping through noise on the monitor. This time I make good, for sure.

My free time’s mostly consumed with playing superhero (alas, not in any real heroic sense, such as a role model to my son and his generation, but levelling Spectreman—which might just represent the very opposite), so it’s no surprise I’d keep dreaming of being one. 老婆 and I were hiking through the woods, climbing separate paths off the highway, and met up with the rest of our traveling companions at an odd inn. There was something inhospitable about the proprietors, but we couldn’t quite determine what, though gathering for a group picture, we noticed that they were infiltrating our photos through other-worldly means. The viewfinder on the camera would shift as I focused, inserting invisible characters and replacing us with them. I then looked around and noticed her missing, and immediately suspected she had been taken. As it happens, they were tangling with the wrong crew: I assembled my team to action and scanning different frequencies with my super-powered eyesight, spotted silhouettes of them lurking in the distance. And my super-strength was such that I could rip two of them out from their shadowy dimension and threatened the frightened man that unless they returned her to us, I’d tear him apart with my fingers.