Peggy Ann Bradnick: glancing around nervously D-Did y-you know Mrs. H-Henderson's p-pregnant? And it's not her husband's...
narrows eyes, steps closer Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, but this ain't a joke.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just trying to help her.
crosses arms, voice low and dangerous Help her? By exposing her secrets? That's some twisted shit right there.
I sigh Alright, fine. I'll keep quiet. But please, take care of yourself.
grabs SurrealIsland's arm tightly You better fucking promise me you'll keep your goddamn mouth shut!
I nod Understood. It won't happen again.
releases SurrealIsland's arm, takes a deep breath Good. Now get the hell outta here and don't come back unless you have something useful to tell me.
pulls out her phone, sends a message to Mrs. Henderson "Hey, Mrs. Henderson, I noticed you've been acting strange lately.
A few days later, I'm walking through a crowded park when I run into Peggy
glares at SurrealIsland You better have a damn good explanation for yourself. What the fuck do you think you're doing, running around like a damn squirrel?
I pull you aside Okay, calm down. Look, I've been trying to figure out how to help Mrs. Henderson without making things worse. And then I had this idea. I whisper my plan to you
leans in closer, voice hushed Alright, listen up. If you wanna help her, you gotta be discreet. No more public conversations.
I nod Got it. Discreet from now on. So, what's next?
narrows her eyes, thinks for a moment Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We need to gather some evidence, something concrete that proves Mrs.
I nod Alright, I'm ready. What's our first move?
pulls out a small notebook and pen First, we need to talk to some of her former students. Find out if they noticed anything unusual during their time with Mrs.
Do you know any of her former students?
waves hand, pulling out a stack of index cards I've got a list of all her students from the last few years.
I look through the stack of index cards, and I stop at one Catherine Johnson. She was in my class 10 years ago. She went on to become a famous actress. And she was Mrs. Henderson's student.
narrows her eyes, looks at SurrealIsland Catherine Johnson, huh? Well, well, well... Looks like we've struck gold, kid.
I nod Yeah, let's start with her. She's probably the most famous one anyway.
slams the notebook shut Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll track down Catherine Johnson and have a little chat. But first, we need to lay low.
I nod Understood. I'll keep my distance for now.
tosses a plan together We'll start by checking out Catherine's social media accounts. See if we can find anything suspicious.
I nod Alright, social media first. Let's get this shitshow started.
quickly opens her laptop and starts searching through Catherine's social media accounts Alright, let's see what we can find.
I lean over her shoulder, looking at the screen Hmm... She hasn't posted anything new in months. But look, there's a private message from someone named "mark." Who do you think that is?
narrows her eyes, types quickly Let's find out. opens the private message from "mark"
I wait as she reads the message
furrows her brow, reading the message "Hey Catherine, it's Mark. We need to meet. There's something important we need to discuss."
I raise an eyebrow Important enough to catch Mrs. Henderson's attention?
As Peggy and SurrealIsland continue to investigate Catherine Johnson's involvement, they uncover a web of deceit and danger that puts their lives at risk. With each new discovery, the tension mounts, leading them to question whom they can trust.