The Fog Page #2

There's a fog bank out there.

All right. I'm drunk enough. Let's go back.

All right.

Al, come here.

- Just give him a hand.

- Come here.

What was that?

Come here.

What was it?

It's a generator.

It's gone. There was just a ship out there.

Listen.

- Nothing.

- Listen.

Who's there?

Who is that?

It's right beside us.

It's big, Al. It's a ship.

It's a big ship.

What happened? You get wet?

It's 12:
43

and I've got four in a row for you

right here on KAB.

Nothing but water, Stevie.

But it sure beats Chicago.

KAB.

I like what you said

but for your information, you lied.

The fog bank has moved due west

and probably missed the ship entirely.

My gauges must be wrong.

I've got a wind blowing due east.

What kind of a fog moves against the wind?

- You got me.

- I'm not so sure I want you.

- You're just a voice on the phone.

- You're just a voice on the radio.

We'd make a perfect couple.

You let me take you to dinner tonight,

I'll prove it to you.

Sorry, Dan. My idea of perfection

is a voice on the phone.

OK, mystery lady.

Good night.

Not bad.

I started a week ago in San Diego.

Right up the coast, five drawings a day.

It'll take a month to get to Vancouver but if I

sell them for five bucks apiece, I'll be rich.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

What's your name?

- Elizabeth.

- Nick.

Hello, Nick.

Hi.

Is that where you're from, San Diego?

You said, "Can I ask you something?"

Something, to me, means one thing.

San Diego is two things.

Pasadena

and a lot of money.

And never a chance to do anything

I wanna do.

What do you wanna do?

I don't know.

That's OK. Me neither.

I think I gotta have this one. Can I buy it?

The drawing's free.

It's one o'clock, straight up.

The end of the witching hour

and time for me to sign off.

So until tomorrow night at 6pm,

when KAB comes back on the air,

this is Stevie Wayne, your night-light,

hoping you have a nice rest of the night.

Mom!

Hey, Mom!

Mom, come on, get up. Look what I found.

Andy,

I love you.

Sometimes you're a real pain.

Sure, Mom, but look.

First it was a gold coin and then

it turned into this neat piece of wood.

- This is one of those times.

- But look at it, Mom.

Good morning, Andrew.

Did you have a nice time last night?

Yeah. Old Mr Machen told us ghost stories.

Did you thank Mrs Kobritz

for bringing you home?

Yes, ma'am. Mom, can I have

a stomach pounder and a Coke?

- After lunch.

- OK.

I'm gonna look for another one.

Maybe this time I can get the gold coin.

- Where the hell is he?

- Pulled out of here 4:15 yesterday.

- That's the last I saw of him.

- I said 7:
30.

- You know Al. If I were...

- Did you call the coastguard, Hank?

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