The author was working on short stories. That meant a whole frickin’ bunch of new people were kicking around up here in her head. Some were running around aimlessly, without their stories complete. Hell, one guy’s still running for his life. Anyway, we got damn sick of it: people asking for directions, people asking who the hell they even were, et cetera, et cetera.

So, we did what we had to do. We hijacked her by screaming our story louder than all of them collectively could ever have. And, most importantly, it worked. She’s more than halfway done transcribing our LAC weekend for us. We’re pretty happy with our devious selves, but we also know enough not to let our efforts lessen. She will finish our story first. We will see to it.