![]() “What the hell?!” he sat up straight. It felt like an earthquake had run through the house. He looked around and all 'seemed' normal at first. But something just didn't feel right. “Hey Phil, wake up! I think you'd better check on the kids. See, this is what you get for living in California. Damn earthquakes!” Phil didn't move. Bill looked down and saw why. There was blood, blood everywhere and it was on him! And there was Brynn, gun in hand staggering around the room. For a moment Bill didn't move. He didn't even know if he could. “Bitch” was the only word that repeated in his head, over and over. “I knew she would do this, I just knew it.” he sat there terrified, “Now what?” ![]() “How could this happen?” Vicki said, her voice trailing off. “I just saw him a few days ago!” Stephen cried forcefully, tears streaming down his face “He told me he'd see me in a few months!” Joe suddenly stood up and headed toward the side. 'FUCK!' he yelled out right before his fist connected with the wall. He fell to his knees and sobbed. ![]() “Matthew?” Bill glanced over to where Andy sat, but Andy wasn't really all there either. He had gotten totally wasted when he heard the news and had to be more or less carried from his home to the studio. “Hey spaz, come on now, wake up.” Bill begged, but Andy couldn't have heard him even if he had been clean and sober. No one could hear or see Bill. The puppeteer was gone, and without him the puppet's strings were as good as cut. ![]() “What the hell?!” was the collective remark when the photo of Phil hit the floor. No one had been near it at the time. “Did you see that?” Khandi gasped. It hadn't even been near the edge of the table. It was if it was pushed. The cast and crew all looked from the frame on the floor to each other. “Whoa,” Bill said out loud, “how the hell did I do that?!” “You had a little help.” a familiar voice said in his ear. ![]() “Oh man, it sure is nice to see you again!” Bill said, “I never thought I would have missed someone so much!” “Good to see you too, Bill, especially since you never should have left me in the first place.” Phil's smile grew even broader, “All the others stayed put... Lionel Hutz, Troy McClure. Hell, even the unfrozen caveman lawyer stuck around but noooooo, not Bill McNeal.” He took a step closer to Bill. “So I had to come back for you. Yep, I had to interrupt my resting in peace to fetch the one remaining part of me that flew the coop.” Phil put a hand on Bill's shoulder tenderly. “But... but Phil, I don't want to leave these guys. They're my friends.” Bill looked around the room, “and besides, what would they do without me, without the great Bill McNeal?!” “Survive.” Phil said gently, “They will get by. But they will never forget us, I promise.” “Are you sure, Phil?” Bill mumbled, knowing full well that Phil always knew better than him. “Of course I'm sure. Hell, even now there are people out there writing stories about you and me. We won't go gently into that goodnight if our fans have anything to say about it.” (with this the writer begins to feel very eerie ;-) ![]() “What's wrong man?” Joe says, “you look a little weird.” “Like I just saw a ghost, maybe?” Dave's voice is shaky. He sits on the floor next to the table and looks up at the spot where Phil is standing. For one fleeting moment their eyes meet. “Did you see that, gang? Oh, please someone tell me you saw that.” Dave begins to cry. He doesn't know if he is happy, sad or insane. All he knows is that for one brief second, he saw Phil. He reaches up and grips the picture off the table and hugs it to him. “I think we just said goodbye, Bill.” Phil told him, “We've got places to go and people to see, so let's get moving.” ![]() “I can take it from here, Phil.” the man said, holding a pad and pencil in his hand. “Hey! I know you, you're Latka... from that TV series Taxi.” Bill was overjoyed, “I have always been a big fan of yours!” ![]() “Hey Bill, we can do lunch sometime, I'll give you a call.” Phil smiled as Bill begins to fade away with Latka. “Yeah, sure...” Bill is too excited to notice “Hey,” he says to Latka, “let me tell you about the time I worked for the CIA. Oh, now THAT is a good one...” ![]() “You always were a pompous ass.” |