There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…
Our Journey Through the Past concludes. Battered and bruised, Funky awakens in the hospital to be greeted by the once young, beautiful, happy and carefree Holly. It was all a dream…an overlong, disjointed, at times depressing and incomprehensible dream.
Now, can we please check in with Cayla to see whether she’s grown a spine?
Note from TFH: Vacation time! For the next seven days, I leave you in the very capable guest-blogging hands of DavidO.
Son of Stuck Funky 