Someone Stole The Spirit - Episode 6

Why do I have to think about Johnsburg now? And where is Johnsburg? John's Burg. What a strange name. Somewhere in Klingon Burg means something like Castle. Is this John's Castle I am thinking about?

Trembling not only with cold I set a cautious and insecure foot into the hallway of my penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666, Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

The only light I see is a blinding one coming through the open elevator door from inside the elevator. But that light was never that bright and disturbing in the past. It is yellow with a touch of brown in it like the sun shining through thin almost fainted autumn leaves.

To my left I can feel more than I can see the llama gasping speechless and in awe with wide open eyes and mouth at a tiny figure standing in the light of the elevator door.

"That is Anthony", the llama whispers.

"Who is Anthony?" I whisper back.

"I am Anthony", the tiny little figure introduces itself and comes a few steps closer.

The elevator door whooshes shut leaving us in darkness.

BING!

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"Somewhere North Of Bomford"

Came into town with a pocketful of songs

I made the rounds

But I didn't last long

Now I'm out on this highway

With a bone-cold chill

Somewhere north of Bromford

I lie awake in the middle of the night

Makin' a list of things that I didn't do right

With you at the top of a long page filled

Here, somewhere north of Bromford

For the deal I made, the price was strong
I traded you for this song
We woke each morning with hearts filled

Bluebird of love on the windowsill

Now the heart's unsteady, and the night is still

All I've got's this melody, and time to kill

Here, somewhere north of Bromford

Here, somewhere north of Bromford

Here, somewhere north of Bromford