13: Help
“He was in a bind ‘cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal.”~ Charlie Daniels
"Oi! Fisherman!" Davey wrapped on the door. "I heard from your dreams you might be in need of some assistance."
"God f*****g dammit." What time was it? Since he hadn't pulled a working clock up from the water yet it was impossible to tell. Too early for this, that's what time it was. "What do you want, Davey? I'm not your guest anymore."
"Well if that's the case you coulda said somethin'! But if that's how it is I'm the one who needs to ask you for help now." The old Victorian’s stairs creaked as Frank came down to the front door, throwing what he was fairly sure were clean clothes on.
"Help huh. You seem to be somewhat of a local legend around here Davey, what do you need me for?"
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