Chapter 9

Yames and the waitress head out the dinner and in to the dark streets of Watershed Heights. They walk in silence for awhile letting the darkness overtake them, and then the waitress mentions that it seems particularly dark this night. They begin to look around an realize that the power has gone out across the city. Walking down Maple Street toward the fountain they begin to see a sea of people and animals flocking towards the dinner that they had just left. Amongst the crowd there was a general murmur of talk about pie. The people looked like zombies heading toward the dinner. Yames and the waitress continued toward the fountain pushing through the crowd.
Neither of them spoke not about what was currently happening nor why they were where they were. They knew that there were no easy answers to why they were where they were. No one choose to live in watershed heights. You simply end up here one day, and then you are stuck.
Yames and the waitress take a seat on the fountain. He looks over at the waitress and realizes that she is no longer their. There is nothing their, but the concrete rim of the fountain that he is sitting on. He wonders, "I'm not surprised. Had she ever been there. Have I ever been with her." He puts these thoughts to rest. He knows that there are no answers. No answers. "I am crazy. No. I am normal. Watershed Heights is crazy." Looking back at the crowd of people he feels assured in his new hypothesis. "I am done with this place. I am going to the mountains. No more of this place. I am going right now."
His head drops between his knees and his body is lifeless. This night has become the most time in his life. The importance could be felt all around in the darkness. Even the air was different. It smelled of pie. Sweet, sweet pie.

Chapter 8

The waitress brings out a plate of eggs n' toast for Yames while he waits. It wasn't time for breakfast, but something abou the food seemed comforting. He looked down at the two yellow eggs, like eyes they were staring right at him. He saw his reflection in them and for the first time realized much he had changed in the last week. He could not tell if it was simply the distortion of his reflection in the eggs or something real, but he looked different. He looked like the person that you see on the street and avoid.
He takes the knife from the table and stabs at the yolk instantly deflating the reflection. His stomach was in knots, but he thought that some food might help. The eggs were too much to handle though. He grabbed for the toast and crunched into it. The dinner had begun to fill, but Yames felt alone.
"What had he just done? Asking that woman to help me. She must be sure that I am crazy. Am I crazy? She is prolly phoning the police right now. Should I run, stay and eat, wait for her?"
Yames looked around for the waitress. She was standing by the spinning display of cake. She looks over and their eyes meet. She walks over toward him. Yames is surprised. When she reaches him she tells him that they can leave now. Yames looks at her without saying anything, and they begin to walk toward the door.