Magic in the Water Page #3

Go on. Get out of here, will you?

Josh, can we go back now?

In a sec, Ash.

I'm doing a man thing here.

Staring death in the face.

Stuff like that.

God, Ashley, get a grip!

Stinks.

I knew it, I knew it!

I just called to say we arrived safely.

Why do we always have to get into this?

Of course, I wanna spend time with her.

Yeah, sure. That's right, Beth.

Just because I... Hey, I took them

on this stupid vacation, didn't I?

What more do you want?

That colour becomes you.

You park here often?

Sorry, it's a new toy.

One of these talking security systems.

Hi. Jack Black.

Wanda Bell.

So do you park here often?

I have a patient here. Sedatives.

You're a doctor.

Well, actually, I'm a psychiatrist.

Really?

That makes us colleagues.

You're a psychiatrist?

How could anyone be neurotic up here?

Can I help you with that?

You actually get business?

I escaped the city figuring

that I'd be practising general medicine...

but when I got here,

I discovered a group of men...

who all have an identical psychosis.

What? Like a cult?

End of the world sort of thing?

No, they all believe

they've been inhabited by a lake monster.

Sorry.

There's nothing I want more

than to help them get well again.

Who's there?

I know that smell. It's you, isn't it?

And Katrina,

who's my very best friend at school...

well, her mum's always forgetting her keys.

And this one time,

we were at a softball game...

and she didn't have them...

so we had to use my brother's bat

to break the window.

No.

I don't remember what she was wearing.

God! Can't you just find her?

Missing child?

That's nof mine.

No, no. He's mine.

I need a piece of your daughter's clothing.

For my dog.

And the reason I could tell it was you

was because you have really bad breath.

No of fence.

Mum says you get bad breath

when you're sick.

Are you sick?

Well, I'm only gonna give you

one more of these...

'cause if you are,

I don't want you getting any sicker.

None of us could breathe.

Guess I better find a place to sleep.

Safe from wild animals

and highway perverts.

Ashley!

Ashley!

It's okay. I know what I'm doing.

Ashley!

Ashley!

Please. No.

Ashley!

Ashley?

Oh, my God!

Help!

Help! Please.

I wasn't chasing monsters.

He'll be okay, Ash.

There you are.

Why don't you come down to the kitchen?

I'll make you some grapefruit

and free-range eggs.

Is he gonna die?

No, honey.

No.

He's just had a mild craniocerebral trauma.

A concussion.

When will he get better?

- Dad!

- Ashley?

- Ashley?

- She's right here, she's all right.

- Ashley?

- Dad!

Ashley, you're all right.

She's fine. Everybody's fine.

- I thought...

- Are you okay, Dad?

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