Saturday, 11 October 2025

Church notes - 12th October 2025

 12th

Genesis 1

Creation is big

Our prespective matters.


Genesis 1 - confronts us with God's worldview.


Eternity


This world is not all there is.


A question of origins

In the beginning.


Moses

- He was up against the worldview of Near East Paganism


Creation out of nothing, ex nihilo


The one and only true God didn't have to overcome a might cosmic champion of chaos.


In the beginning - God


vs 1 - 2


John 1:1 - 5


Stewardship

Being thankful

Making others happy - meeting their needs.

Giving back to God.

Taking care of the Earth


vs 35


Very good


Contrast Revelation 21:1 - 6


Friday, 10 October 2025

Spider Quinn 19 Making the News Amidst the Storms Part 1

19 Making the News

Amidst the Storms

It was a busy evening at the Historia. Quinn Morgendorffer was busy as she delivered drinks and meals to various customers. ‘It is the way of it,’ she thought as she returned to the counter.

 

“Did you notice Jamie?” Stacy Rowe asked.

 

“I saw that he’s here,” Quinn answered as she looked over to where she had seen Jamie White. “But so are many others from school, as is usual.”

 

“I think he’s writing something,” Stacy said.

 

“I doubt he would be trying to do homework here. It’s too loud.”

 

“Maybe it’s something else.”

 

“Of course it’s something else,” Quinn said before turning to someone who had just come up to the counter.

 

 

Jamie was writing something. But he was also re-reading the day’s paper.

 

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Wednesday, February 28, 2001

Situation at Hospital Resolved with SpiderGirl’s Help

 

He had had an idea, earlier in the day. That he would interview SpiderGirl for the school paper. ‘Even if Ted only said that he would think about taking me on. I mean, both Quinn and Daria are in the paper.’

 

He then reflected that there hadn’t yet been an interview with SpiderGirl. ‘Not even Mrs. Jericho has had an interview with her,’ he thought as he looked at the byline on the main article. He continued writing his proposal.

 

 

Quinn took a break and went over to Jamie. “Hi, Jamie.”

 

“Hi, Quinn.”

 

“What are you writing?”

 

“Oh, you know, something for the Lowdown.”

 

“Hasn’t Ted been turning you down?” Quinn asked, in a skeptical tone.

 

“Yes, but this would be something that would get me in.”

 

Quinn took the notebook. “Interview with SpiderGirl?” she asked incredulously. ‘I don’t need to give an interview,’ she thought, for she was that superheroine.

 

“Imagine what a scoop that would be.”

 

“Somehow, I don’t think she wants an interview.”

 

“I’ll give it a try,” Jamie said.

 

“You’d be better off trying the Shadow.”

 

“No, she’s a lot more elusive. I might as well try the fourth vigilante.”

 

“Or you could try Dafoanairi,” Quinn suggested.

 

“But she could snark her way out of it.”

 

‘I’ll see if it is Daria that way, maybe.’

 

 

Stacy watched Quinn and Jamie talking. ‘Clearly, he’s writing something Quinn is interested in hearing about.’ It was better than dwelling on the recent events in Lawndale. ‘Groundhog Day was just the start!’ She shook her head. She didn’t want to think about that.

 

 

At the same time. Quinn’s sister, Daria, was typing something and listening to the television. “Up next. Lawndale’s Extreme Evening Host, Lynn Anders!”

 

Sick Sad World was interesting,” Sandi Griffin commented from where she was sprawled on Daria’s bed.

 

“I mostly view it as a view into the stupidity of the present day,” Daria responded.

 

“That’s one way of looking at it,” Sandi said with a thoughtful look on her face.

 

“It certainly is.”

 

Good evening, Lawndale! This is Lynn Anders. Tonight, I’m wrestling a bear!”

 

“A bear?” Daria asked incredulously.

 

“She has pulled off many other stunts,” Sandi commented.

 

Daria turned around. “I guess I have to see it to believe it.”

 

And there is another thing. It is over three months since SpiderGirl appeared, and yet she hasn’t given a single interview. Some time soon, I am going to get it.”

 

“Good luck with that,” Daria snarked. “We’re all elusive.”

 

“Like, I know I won’t,” Sandi commented. “The fourth vigilante is remaining enigmatic.”

 

“So’s Dafoanairi.”

 

Why SpiderGirl? I say ‘why not?’

 

“She’s trying to drum up ratings. That’s all it is,” Daria said.

 

“I agree,” Sandi said as she looked at the ceiling.”

 

“She’ll try to reach out to SpiderGirl and continually fail.”

 

“And so might be inspired to go looking for her,” Sandi said.

 

“I guess we’ll need to keep an eye on her if that is the case.”

 

“I agree.”

 

 

Quinn was still thinking about Jamie’s proposal when she finished her shift. ‘It’s not surprising that Jamie wants to interview me,’ she thought as she changed to SpiderGirl on the roof. ‘It has been a few months and people in Lawndale are curious about their first superhero.’ But she still didn’t want to give such an interview. It would just make things more complicated. ‘I’m sure Talon would think the same thing,’ she added as she looked southwards towards Crewe Neck. But she then heard sirens somewhere to the northwest. “Responsibility calls,” she said as she swung off in that direction.

 

 

“This is clearly staged,” Daria commented as she and Sandi watched Lynn Anders wrestle the bear.

 

“Obviously,” Sandi responded. “But, I guess that is what she thinks the viewers want.”

 

“That’s exactly it.”

 

“And it’s the same level of farce as that Sick Sad World episode.”

 

“I knew you would get it,” Daria said.

 

“But in a different way to Jane, I’m sure.”

 

“Of course.”

 

 

That was exhilarating!” Lynn Anders said in a measured tone. “Question for the viewers. Do you think things in Lawndale are getting weirder?

 

“Of course they are,” Daria commented.

 

“Well, duh!” Sandi said.

 

“And it’s not just the heroes and villains,” Daria added.

 

“Like, with everything that is happening people are on edge and are letting their eccentricities show.”

 

“It’s not just that.”

 

“Like, I wouldn’t have believed that brownouts would occur one week and kidnappings related to a play the next,” Sandi said.

 

“Exactly, even if we played a role in resolving those situations.”

 

“And I’m certain that more will come up.”

 

 

SpiderGirl arrived back at the Morgendorffers about an hour after leaving the Historia. She arrived on the roof and heard Sandi commentating on Lynn Anders in Daria’s room.

 

‘Of course, Sandi’s there,’ she thought. ‘I don’t mind, really. I see that they are seeing Lynn Anders’ show for the trainwreck it is.’

 

She then swung down behind the house and entered the basement, where she changed to her usual self before entering her hidden sanctuary.

 

 

There still wasn’t much to the hidden room in the basement, other than various designs Quinn had been working on to improve her SpiderGirl gear, various maps of Lawndale and the surrounding countryside and extra storage space. She took out a notebook and wrote down her thoughts on Jamie’s proposal.

 

It was inevitable, but I thought it would be longer before the media would be seeking an interview.

 

She tapped the pen against the page and her gaze wandered to one of the maps of the town, on which she had marked crime hotspots. She looked at the concentration of markers in Lawndale Flats. ‘With everything that’s going on, I have hardly been there.’ She decided that she would be there when she did her usual early morning patrol later.

 

 

“It was an interesting evening,” Sandi said as she got ready to leave. “Hardly any homework.”

 

“I got mine done earlier. But I can tutor you if you want, just unofficially,” Daria said.

 

“I’m doing well enough,” Sandi said. “Besides I’m sure your plate is full enough already, what with tutoring Brittany, the Historia, investigating what’s going on in Lawndale and being Dafoanairi.”

 

“While that’s true, the offer stands,” Daria said with a slight smile.

 

“I’ll consider it,” Sandi said with a thoughtful look.

 

 

Sandi climbed out of the house by the hall window as she usually did. When she got to the ground she thought again about Daria’s offer. ‘It is a good idea.’ She then heard Quinn’s voice in the kitchen. ‘Better be off!’ she thought as she dashed off towards the street.

 

As soon as she was out of sight of the Morgendorffers she hid behind some trees and changed to the Enigma. ‘Now, there is sure to be something happening, somewhere,’ she thought as she headed down Glen Oaks Lane.

 

 

After midnight, Daria snuck out as Dafoanairi as usual, rappelling out of one of her bedroom windows and heading to the laneway.

 

‘If Anders wants to interview SpiderGirl, it is only a matter of time before she wants to interview the other four of us too, including Sandi and I. That’s something I don’t want. The full publicity of the media isn’t what we want, nor would it be good for Lawndale.’

 

She headed downtown, to an area that she had neglected due to the situation with the missing critics the previous week. ‘Dega Street. The paper has reported that crime has increased there again.’

 

 

Samara Collins emerged from the Zon/Zone and looked around. One could never tell when someone could come out of the shadows and mug someone else. She quickly walked down the street and someone came out of an alleyway. “Hand over your cash!” he said.

 

“Not on my watch!” someone said nearby.

 

“Doesn’t sound like SpiderGirl,” the would-be thug said, but Samara had used the moment to run back the other way.

 

 

Dafoanairi came out twirling the staff and knocked him over. “I may not be SpiderGirl, but I can still defend those who can’t defend themselves.”

 

“Dafoanairi!”

 

“Yes, that’s me, and I will keep fighting if I have to. I have been gaining experience.”

 

The man ran off.

 

‘They may not all give up that easily though.’

 

 

Samara turned back and saw Dafoanairi coming towards her. “Thanks for the save, Dafoanairi.”

 

“All part of the responsibility I have taken on to protect people in Lawndale.”

 

“The second time…” Samara mused.

 

“Second? When was the first?”

 

“With the Shadow, just after the Historia opened.”

 

“OK,” Dafoanairi responded. “Quite a lot has happened since then.”

 

“Groundhog day,” Samara said quietly. “To think something like that could happen here.”

 

“That’s when I realized I needed to find out what was going on.”

 

“I see.”

 

“I could walk you home if you like,” Dafoanairi offered.

 

“I was actually going to catch a taxi, as I live on the other side of the creek.”

 

“Oh. I’ll wait until you find the taxi.”

 

“That would be OK,” Samara said as they approached one of the taxi ranks along Dega Street.

 

 

Dafoanairi listened to their surroundings as Samara waited for a taxi to arrive. Lawndale was quiet, save for some traffic, some dogs barking and the sounds of various nocturnal animals, including the chittering of squirrels. ‘It may seem quiet more now, but danger always comes when it’s least expected.’

 

She didn’t have to wait long before she heard sirens somewhere near the Creek. ‘There!’ she thought.

 

 

SpiderGirl emerged onto the roof at the usual early time, and started listening to Lawndale as she usually did. But this time she was distracted by remembering what Jamie had said. Even so, she did hear something to the north east. ‘Ruminations can wait, responsibility calls,’ she thought as she swung away.

 

 

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Thursday March 1, 2001

People Ask Again, What Motivates SpiderGirl?

 

“It should be obvious,” SpiderGirl said as she looked at the paper at a newsstand. ‘Even more scrutiny!’ she thought. ‘As if Jamie and Lynn Anders weren’t enough.’ She looked at the byline. ‘Melinda Parris, of course! It wouldn’t be Mrs. Jericho.’ She put the paper back and swung away.

 

 

Sandi arrived at the school and met up with Harry Osborn. “Morning, Harry,” she said.

 

“Morning, Sandi.”

 

“Is your father up and about?”

 

“Not yet, he’s still resting,” Harry answered.

 

“I see.”

 

“Is something up. Did he say something during that dinner?”

 

“No,” Sandi said. It wasn’t really a lie, but it was the same night, that she found that he knew her secret identity.

 

“Oh. Whatever it is, you can tell me, right?”

 

“Maybe,” Sandi said. ‘I’m not going to tell him that I’m the Enigma, the fourth vigilante. It was hard enough trusting Daria.’

 

 

At the same time, Quinn arrived at the school with Stacy and their friend Tori Jericho. “I read the paper earlier,” she said to Tori.

 

“Mom says that many people have been asking the paper whether they are going to interview SpiderGirl,” Tori said.

 

“I haven’t read the letters to the editor lately,” Quinn admitted.

 

“That doesn’t matter that much,” Tori responded. “There are many that don’t get published.”

 

“I suppose I could ask Daria later,” Quinn said.

 

“Is she making progress?” Stacy asked.

 

“You know she’s doing other things,” Quinn said.

 

“Oh, of course,” Stacy said. “I’ll be at Tempest again tomorrow night.”

 

“And we’re both in the Lowdown,” Quinn added.

 

“I heard some of what you and Jamie were talking about last night,” Stacy said.

 

“It’s unlikely he would be able to get an interview with SpiderGirl,” Quinn said.

 

“She’s probably too wary for that,” Tori said.

 

‘You’re right there,’ Quinn thought as they entered the school building. She then saw that Tiffany Blum-Deckler was waiting for them there.

 

“Good Morning,” Tiffany said, holding up the latest Lowdown.

 

“Is there something in that you want us to see?” Tori asked.

 

“Quinn,” Tiffany said as she handed it to her. “Something on the second page.”

 

Quinn took the paper and looked on the second page. She saw that Jamie had managed to convince Ted that he had something worth publishing. ‘Wait, is he saying that I thought Kevin was cute?” she asked.

 

“That’s exactly what it is,” Tiffany said.

 

“And it probably went over Ted’s naive head!” Quinn groused.

 

“So, what are you going to do about it?” Stacy asked.

 

“I’ll talk to both of them,” Quinn decided, “But it will have to wait until lunch.”

 

 

Brittany Taylor read the article as she settled into homeroom. ‘I doubt Quinn actually said that!’ she thought.

 

“Penny for your thoughts?” her friend, Angie Zammit, asked.

 

“Jamie’s wrong,” Brittany answered.

 

“How so?”

 

“Quinn doesn’t like Kevin.”

 

“Why does it matter? Given that you have broken up with him,” Angie said.

 

“Um,” Brittany wasn’t sure how to answer without giving away that she and Quinn were closer as friends than it appeared, that they were partners as Lawndale’s first two superheroes. “Like, the old Quinn would have, but the new Quinn wouldn’t.”

 

“Like, she’s tutoring me, but I don’t really know her beyond that.”

 

 

Rumors spread through the school as the students headed to their first period classes. Quinn tried to find Ted, but their paths didn’t cross.

 

 

Quinn entered the Lowdown office as the Lunch period started and found Daria and Ted discussing something.

 

“Hey, Quinn,” Daria said. “I have left it to you to discuss that article regarding Kevin.”

 

“Thanks, Daria.”

 

“I’ll leave you to it.”

 

Quinn watched her sister go and turned to Ted. “Why did you publish that article?”

 

“I only skimmed over it,” Ted admitted. “I thought it was fine.”

 

Quinn sighed. “It isn’t. I merely said that Kevin could be interesting to some people. Not that I like him. Now most of the school probably thinks I’m taking advantage of Brittany breaking up with him.”

 

 

Ted thought for a moment. “I see your point.”

 

“I’d like you to print a retraction.”

 

“Today?” Ted asked. “I’m not sure Ms. Li would go for that.”

 

Quinn sighed. “Let me handle Ms. Li.”

 

“Then I’ll write it up by the time school lets out, and it will be out tomorrow.”

 

“Good. But also, Jamie was writing a proposal to interview SpiderGirl last night, while he was at the Historia.”

 

Ted thought on that. “That seems a bit much for a school paper, to interview a superhero, even if it appears that her secret identity is a student at that particular school. But I did see Anders’ announcement at the Arcade last night and the Sun-Herald this morning.”

 

“I agree there, and I think Anders is getting in over her head.”

 

“Most likely, and as far as her motivation goes, she wants to use her powers for good, to help people. Isn’t that enough?”

 

“I agree,” Quinn said.

 

“I’ll talk to Jamie about that, as well as the article,” Ted said.

 

“Thanks, Ted. I’ll go to Ms. Li now.”

Wednesday, 8 October 2025

Convergence on Lawndale - Part 14

 

“There it is,” the Doctor said as he lead the others into the Morgendorffers backyard from the laneway.

 

“That blue box?” Kim asked.

 

“Yes,” the Doctor answered as he unlocked the ship.

 

 

Kim looked around the Console Room as the Doctor went to the console. It was actually bigger on the inside than the outside. “This is weird, like in a good way. Usually, rooms like this belong to someone I’m fighting.”

 

“You fight people a lot?” Kaelyn asked.

 

“Only villains causing trouble others can’t deal with,” Kim answered.

 

“And your brothers,” Ron added.

 

“I don’t fight the tweebs like I fight the villains.”

 

“Tweebs?” Kaelyn asked.

 

“Her brothers,” Ron said. “They’re twins.”

 

“And dweebs. Therefore, tweebs,” Kim added.

 

 

The Doctor rolled his eyes at Kim and Ron’s description of Kim’s brothers as he adjusted the Scanner to scan Lawndale at the time of the flicker.

 

The data came back quickly. “There was an electromagnetic pulse that interfered with the electrical grid,” Kim surmised. “Could you share it with the Kimmunicator?”

 

“I doubt Wade Load would make more of it than I can,” the Doctor said,

 

“You know who Wade is?” Kim asked.

 

“I’m a time traveller. It’s not spoilers to say that you and Ron continue to make an impression on the world by thwarting various schemes into your young adulthood. Wade is part of that.”

 

“And yet you hadn’t heard of Kaelyn?” Ron asked.

 

“She probably doesn’t make much of an impression in comparison,” the Doctor said.

 

“I guess not,” Kaelyn said. “But there isn’t anything about what may have affected Stacy in this data.”

 

“True, I just scanned for the EMP first,” the Doctor admitted. “I’ll scan for psychic energy next.”

 

 

Kaelyn watched as the Doctor ran the next scan, and then the screen showed something. ‘The TARDIS must be very advanced,’ she thought.

 

“There is something,” the Doctor said. “But it’s still inconclusive.”

 

“Meaning?” Kim asked.

 

“Stacy may not be the only one who felt something,” the Doctor said.

 

“You mean others in Lawndale?” Kaelyn asked.

 

“Yes,” the Doctor said as he refocused the Scanner to the present. “The portal is stable.”

 

“That’s good,” Kim said.

 

“But even if it’s not, I can get you back to Middleton.”

 

“I can believe that,” Ron said.

 

“But we haven’t found out much,” Kim said. “We need to get back to the portal and fill Wade in.”

 

“I’ll just run another scan,” the Doctor said. “More intense.”

 

 

“Concerning,” the Doctor commented.

 

“What is it?” Kim and Kaelyn asked at the same time.

 

“The portal is causing weakness in space-time; along the path it is moving through with the Earth’s rotation and orbit. It’s barely perceptible, but it’s there,” the Doctor answered.

 

“And it would be leaving the same weakness in Middleton, right?” Kim asked.

 

“Yes. But the Earth still wouldn’t be in the same place, with the Sun having continued on it’s own orbit through the Galaxy.”

 

“How is it concerning?” Ron asked.

 

“It can be exploited to cause further problems,” the Doctor answered.

 

“But it’s not the only problem, is it?” Kaelyn asked.

 

“We still don’t know who made that device,” Kim said.

 

“We should find out,” Kaelyn said. “I could ask my parents.”

 

“And we’ll head back to the portal to check in with Wade,” Kim added. “See if he has gathered any more information on what may be happening.”

 

“Both good ideas,” the Doctor said as he adjusted the scanner and ran another scan.

 

 

Kaelyn watched as the scan resolved. The portal was stable.

 

“Whatever that power source is, it’s stable. It won’t run out any time soon,” the Doctor said.

 

“I suppose that is a relief,” Kim said. “we won’t need to rely on you to get back to Middleton.”

 

“I can be reliable!” the Doctor retorted.

 

“Most often,” Kim said. “From what I have heard from UNIT.”

 

“I’m sure they exaggerated,” the Doctor said.

 

“Probably,” Kim said. “Ron and I are heading out now.”

 

“I’ll run more scans.”

 

 

Kim and Ron stepped out of the TARDIS.

 

“What do you think about what the Doctor found?” Ron asked.

 

“I’m not sure what to make of it. But there is certainly more going on here, which is why we have to hurry.”

 

“On it, KP!”

 

The TARDIS doors opened again. “Wait!” Kaelyn said.

 

“You want to come with us?” Kim asked.

 

Kaelyn shrugged. “It would be better than staying in the TARDIS.”

 

“Come along, then.”

Saturday, 4 October 2025

Church notes - 5th October 2025

 5th

Psalm 100


Communion Genesis 22


Sermon

Jeremiah 31:31 - 34

The LORD will come on His timing.

Matthew 24


vs 34

The Gospel message in a nutshell.


Hebrews 8:10, 11


A passage of assurance


Revelation 15: 3 - 4

Philippians 2:10, 11


Jeremiah 29:11, 12


Sunday, 28 September 2025

Spider Quinn 18 A Birthday and Stormy Sonnets Part 8

 

Officer Peterson was still on duty at the station. William was still in one of the cells, waiting for his parents to come with their part of the story, and for transport back to the hospital as a patient. She knew it was going to continue to be a mess.

 

“Call for you. It’s Helen Morgendorffer.”

 

‘Of course!’ she thought. Given what happened that morning she wasn’t surprised. ‘Too bad I couldn’t get a warrant before SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon tried their rescue. The situation at the Hospital would have been prevented.’ She took the handset. “Peterson here.”

 

I’m calling about William Morris,” Helen began.

 

“He’s in protective custody, until he can be officially admitted to the hospital.”

 

That’s good news, but what about his parents?”

 

“I haven’t been able to get in touch with them, which may mean that they’re on the way here,” Peterson answered.

 

I expect that they will cause problems.”

 

“They might, but there are more officers on duty than usual.”

 

 

‘The situation has the LDPD spooked,’ Helen thought. She didn’t know what they would do. “I hope they’re level headed.”

 

I’m sure they are, but most are worried about another Groundhog Day.

 

“I hope that won’t happen again.”

 

I do too. But I’ll let you know what happens.”

 

“Thank you for that. Bye.” She then turned to Daria and Quinn.

 

“What was it about his parents?” Quinn asked.

 

“They may be on the way to the station, but it seems there are many officers on duty,” Helen said.

 

“That’s good,” Quinn said.

 

“I hope so,” Daria said. “I also hope that there are many watching him.”

 

“I doubt the LDPD is corrupt in that way.”

 

 

At the same time, Jane arrived back at Casa Lane, where Jennifer was getting ready to leave. “Where have you been?” the latter asked, when Jane entered the kitchen.

 

“I was looking for clues, as I said.”

 

“You went after him, didn’t you?”

 

“Probably,” Jane admitted.

 

“Despite SpiderGirl’s warning?”

 

 “I guess so.”

 

“Reckless,” Jennifer commented.

 

“I know that, but you don’t know what it’s like being kidnapped by a maniac and then watching one of the other victims struggle with what she experienced…”

 

“With Beck? Have you sought professional help?”

 

“I talked to the FBI shrink on the day,” Jane said. “And I have talked to Trent. Not to Daria yet. I have mostly poured it into my artwork.”

 

“Oh.”

 

‘And I have been the Shadow a little more.’

 

“I’ve already said bye to Trent,” Jennifer said. “I need to get home before dinner.”

 

“See you another time, then.”

 

“I did learn some things from those maps.”

 

“Such as?” Jane asked.

 

“Lawndale’s layout is more complex than I thought it was.”

 

 

Jane found Trent in the kitchen. “How did it go, Janie?”

 

“I didn’t do anything. SpiderGirl came up with an idea and the situation got resolved.”

 

“That’s good, but that’s not it.”

 

“It seems like the fourth and fifth vigilantes are pushing the third out,” Jane answered quietly.

 

“That’s not true, Janie,” Trent said as he hugged his sister. “Lawndale still needs you.”

 

“I realise that,” Jane responded. “But sometimes I have doubts.”

 

“Everyone has doubts, Janie. You think I don’t have doubts about Spiral?”

 

“This is completely different!’

 

“No it isn’t,” Trent said. “And I’m sure that SpiderGirl and the others also have doubts about whether they are making a difference for Lawndale. And I remember, late last year when Mom started training you after SpiderGirl had appeared, that you were excited to make a difference.”

 

“I was,” Jane said. “And I’m not giving up. Just maybe, I don’t need to respond to every major thing that happens. Something like Groundhog Day, of course I’ll respond.”

 

“So, you’ll think before you leap?”

 

“Yes. But maybe I’ll need a partner, like SpiderGirl with Ninja Talon. But I know I don’t want to do that with the fourth vigilante.”

 

“That would leave Dafoanairi,” Trent said.

 

“Maybe,” Jane considered.

 

 

Peterson was at her desk when William’s parents came in. She went up to them. “William is fine,” she said.

 

“I want to see him,” his mother said. “Somehow the Morgendorffers told SpiderGirl or Ninja Talon.”

 

“Apparently, the news spread through the school like wildfire,” Peterson said.

 

“I still want to see him.”

 

“We’re having him admitted to the hospital.”

 

“Not without permission!” his father said.

 

“He’s been taken into custody we can do that. It’s the LDPD that will foot the bill. Besides, considering that you had him declared dead when he was still very much alive, you don’t have a leg to stand on. You can see him at the hospital.”

 

“That was to protect him from people like Norman Osborn!” Mrs. Morris said.

 

“I wouldn’t repeat that here,” Peterson said. “But you can still see him at the hospital.”

 

“We’re going to wait!”

 

Peterson turned and then rolled her eyes. ‘Of course they are!’ she thought in exasperation.

 

 

After the Morgendorffers had dinner, the phone rang. “Hello?” Helen said as she picked up the handset.

 

William is now at the hospital,” Officer Peterson said. “There was no incident. His parents were patient. It seems that the wife has a calming influence on her husband.”

 

“That’s good news,” Helen said.

 

And William is asking to see Daria. It’s probably to do with the poems.”

 

“I’ll put her on. It is up to her if she wants to see him.”

 

 

“I’m here, although Mom and Quinn are still here in the kitchen,” Daria said quietly.

 

I wasn’t going to bring that part up, yet. Just, you don’t want to see him if you don’t want to.

 

“I will see him. At least there’ll be some closure to the situation.”

 

For you, maybe. But not for him,” Peterson said.

 

“Of course not for him. But I won’t be finding poems at my father’s grave anymore.”

 

That’s true.”

 

 

“You are going to see him now?” Helen asked.

 

“It’s not too late,” Daria responded.

 

“Of course not,” Helen said.

 

“Just, be careful, OK?” Quinn said.

 

“Of course,” Daria responded.

 

 

Less than fifteen minutes later, Daria entered the hospital room to find William with his mother doting over him.

 

“Daria, is it?” Mrs. Morris asked.

 

“Yes,” Daria answered. “I’m sorry for the shock that Quinn and I must have given you.”

 

“We didn’t realise that he had been sneaking out to the cemetery.”

 

“That still doesn’t excuse your husband threatening us with a gun. He’s lucky my mother has decided not to press charges.”

 

“Yes, Peterson gave him a long earful about that,” Mrs. Morris said. “I’ll be out in the hall.”

 

“Thanks,” Daria said before turning to William. “How are you holding up?”

 

“I’m fine. It’s all a blur from when SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon appeared in the basement until I reverted in Osborn’s room.”

 

“So, you didn’t see Dafoanairi and the fourth vigilante?”

 

“Only briefly,” William answered. “But I’m sure that’s not why you’re here.”

 

“No, I brought you some light reading,” Daria said as she handed over some books.

 

“Edgar Allen Poe? How is that light reading?”

 

“I figured ruminating on The Raven might give you a slightly different perspective. Besides, some of his detective stories are there too.”

 

“Are you sure you want to give me these?” William asked.

 

Daria shrugged. “I have additional copies, and various stores in Lawndale and Oakwood sell the others.”

 

“Thanks, actually I do remember some things. I did hurt Ninja Talon, and tried to push through the fourth vigilante’s forcefield. Why doesn’t she give out her name, I wonder?”

 

“She wants to lie low, I guess,” Daria said quietly. She was thankful for the low lighting that would hide any discomfort she might have shown.

 

“Probably.”

 

“Anyway, enjoy those books.”

 

“You’re leaving?” William asked.

 

“Shortly. Why did you want to see me?”

 

“I thought we could get to know each other.”

 

“No. It was still creepy, leaving those poems on my father’s grave,” Daria said with a slight annoyance showing in her voice that would otherwise be monotone.

 

“I guess not. I guess I’ll have to stick to being an anonymous pen friend. And no, that’s not online, actual letters.”

 

“Almost the same thing, but at least handwriting shows more character.”

 

“We could keep meeting like this, trade barbs,” William suggested.

 

“Sorry, I have Jane, and now Sandi, for that.”

 

“What about Quinn? You two seem pretty close.”

 

“It wasn’t always like that,” Daria admitted.

 

“I guess losing your father brought you closer.”

 

“Yes. But I’m going now.”

 

“Oh!” William said, in a disappointed tone.

 

“I’m sure you’ll remember me.”

 

“I will.”

 

 

Daria emerged from the room to find William’s mother waiting. “How was it?” she asked.

 

“Closure-ish.”

 

Mrs. Morris nodded. “Although Lawndale is smaller than some places.”

 

“It still isn’t likely we’ll cross paths again. Just make sure he stays out of trouble.”

 

 

Peterson had waited in the office that Cuddy had vacated for the evening. She saw Daria enter. “What did he want?”

 

“Friendship, given that he had spent years in that basement with only his parents for company. But I’m not the person to be his friend.”

 

Peterson nodded. “I guess so. But it must have been difficult for you and the Enigma to fight against him.”

 

Daria shrugged. “More so, for the Enigma, because she didn’t want to hurt him inadvertently.”

 

“Obviously. So, she was on the defense. It must have been hard for her.”

 

“Yes, but that’s all that I’ll say.”

 

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to know her secret identity,” Peterson said. ‘Not at present, anyway. But that could change, but I will tell Daria if that is so.’

 

“Really?” Daria asked sceptically.

 

“I might change my mind if her rivalry against SpiderGirl proves to be detrimental to Lawndale, but otherwise…”

 

“Got it. I’ll try to temper her in that area, but those would be her choices to make.”

 

“I realise that,” Peterson said. “But given that you two are sometimes working together.”

 

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be off home now.”

 

 

Elsewhere in the hospital, Harry was back at his father’s side. “I’ll have to stir up some feathers, father. I want to know what happened to cause William to have the condition he has.” He looked at his father again. ‘Still the same.’

 

But something was different. His father had moved. Did that mean he was regaining consciousness? He looked at the monitors. They looked the same to his untrained eyes. ‘But would the nurses see something in that data?’ But he didn’t want to call their attention unnecessarily. As he was thinking on that, something changed and his father stirred again.

 

His eyes opened.

 

“Father!”

 

“Harry.”

 

 

Doctor Davison checked Osborn over. “It seems that whatever you took, had no long-term effects.”

 

“That’s good,” Norman said.

 

“However, you need rest and I advise staying for another week so we can continue to observe,” Davison said.

 

“That would be best,” Norman said.

 

 

Harry watched as Davison checked his father over. It was good that whatever had happened seemed to have no long-term effects. Eventually, Davison left.

 

“You have been spending every evening here, Harry?”

 

“Most evenings.”

 

“You don’t have to,” his father said.

 

“I know. I’ll see you in the morning, before school.”

 

“That would be good.”

 

Harry then turned to leave.

 

“Wait,” his father said, propping himself up.

 

“What?”

 

“One thing; your friend, she isn’t exactly as she appears.”

 

“You mean, Sandi?” Harry asked, wondering what his father might have dug up on the Griffins.

 

“Yes. She and her mother have secrets.”

 

“Everyone has secrets,” Harry said as he left.

 

 

“Not like these,” Norman murmured after his son had left.

 

 

After midnight, Dafoanairi arrived at her father’s grave again. It seemed to her a good way to help her process the events of the day. “Hi, Dad, I found the source of that poem. It’s quite tragic really…”