You estimate that you are running forty miles an hour! Faster then any human has ever gone, nearly twice as. You are running for Dad's house to ask him a few questions about the gun in his trunk and other recent issues. You suspect dear ol' dad is involved in something and you want to know what. Your shoes are so hot they are singing your socks and you stop a couple blocks from home to remove them. Oily wisps of smoke rise from your shoes as you depart.
You get out your keyring at the door and walk inside. Dad's not home. Nothing is there. The house is empty excepting for a couple Mollkins and the musician Mystery X. they are playing mutant blues and you pick up the guitar and join in. You start gigging in this empty house as X's back up group, The Weary Woes.
It don't feel like a empty house when the band is playing. When you half close your eyes and see and feel a merry crowd. Going about the place like its a club. But you don't feel that these are ghosts either. More like some other time over lapping. The mysticness of this keeps you coming back for more sessions.