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the fog," Jake mused, "otherwise this old town would be crawlin' with reporters and officials breathin' down our backs, tellin' us what to do." |
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"For the most part, I figure the world's pretty much unaware of what's going on here." |
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"How about it? You got it figured out yet?" He was like a big kid looking for an easy answer to a complicated puzzle. |
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"Well, at this point, we haven't got very much, just a bunch of seemingly related bits and pieces that don't add up to very much. A person would have to have one incredible imagination to gather all of this into something meaningful." |
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"Well, I've already told you that the things going on in Chambers Bay are similar to incidents that happened in other places over the last several years. |
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"Jake was nodding. "Go on." |
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"There are any number of possibilities at this point. One, of course, is that none of these incidents are related, that they're really nothing more than a bizarre set of coincidences. At the other end of the spectrum is the possibility that we've been plunged into some prehistoric nightmare that has to do with things we'll never be able to explain." |
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"First you've got to promise you won't |
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