WWLXXI: Something in the Night (Attempt #2)

[Gwathagor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hK2L_0DeL3U

Mary had been happy at first, when she had taken up with the new guy in town. He was cool. He had a band. They had a kid, they got married, they settled down in a little house just outside the city limits, and Mary felt that everything she had dreamed of for her life was coming true.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5VYyw-XyCw

In a few months, however, it was clear that all was not well. The strain was beginning to take its toll on both of them. Mary sat out on the porch, for the most part, she who had once been so lively, and, with hollow eyes, watched the cars drive past. Some of the vehicles disappeared westward down the highway, never to return, and these she gazed after longingly. She would remain there in her chair well after the sun had set, staring out alone into the night - almost as if she was waiting, or looking for something. Then the baby would cry, and she would head back inside. He, on the other hand, has become restless almost immediately. He was rarely home: during the day, he worked construction, and at night, he would take his car - the only thing he seemed to really car about anymore - racing on the strip, in the streets, wherever. Anywhere but home, which he avoided almost as if it was haunted.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NltljcANCFs

And perhaps it was haunted - by the ghosts of the many dreams which had been born there and which had died so soon afterwards.

On that particular evening, Mary walked home from the grocery store to find that he was gone - and not in the usual sense. His side of the closet was as bare as a bone, his drawers empty, his shoes all gone. Scattered all across the bed were the love letters he had written to her - only a year or two ago, she knew, but it felt like so much longer. She was not entirely surprised to find him gone, but it broke something in deep inside her nonetheless. She sat on the edge of the bed for hours that night, feeling so, so old, reading each letter over and over again, as she knew he must have done earlier that day.

It seemed he had gone south, or west, maybe, to look for better work, but when Mary disappeared as well, no one was sure where she had gone Her baby was left on the porch of her parents' house. Some suggested that she had gone after him, and others, who pointed out that she would have needed a car for that, suggested that the police department dredge the river. But, in the end, no one seemed to care.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPobte6iqSU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFO-N01wup0

[Again, there are not necessarily any hints in the narration. I just write what makes sense in the context of the lyrics.]

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Day 3 has begun.


The Living
Johnny 99 - Nogrod
City Dude - Inziladun
Gypsy Biker - Shasta
Bad Scooter - Isabellkya
Crazy Janey - Alonariel
Boardwalk Sandy - Sally
Jersey Girl - Wilwarin
Wendy - Lariren

The Dead
Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter)
Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent
Rosalita - Loslote - Innocent
Mary - Rikae - Innocent