Don't go where the path may lead you

In dreams
( She flitted from my embrace as it were a dream or phantom )


( Little does she dream that her son has now been doomed to die )


[Video]
[Yes, Duke looks as tired as anyone. He's leaning on the bar in the pub, a large mug of coffee in hand and the pot percolating behind him. He's trying to keep up his spirits, despite the haunting dreams that afford no rest.]

This is getting ridiculous. For those of us who choose insomnia, I'll be here making coffee for the rest of my life.

[Video]
Duke Crocker of the Cape Rouge calling Haven P.D. Anyone out there? [He’s got only small hope that anyone will answer, almost certain that Audrey and Nathan won’t. But still, he’d come through the last time the network glitched (before he showed up on the Barge), as had she. Maybe it could happen again with them, or anyone he was familiar with from back home.

He pauses for a long time, mulling over what he’s about to share, and suddenly blurts it out.] Oprah Winfrey.

[Gym Spam, evening]
[After the last of the messages had trickled in, Duke had shaken himself off and tried to calm himself walking Brownie, fixing himself a very heavy chicken salad for supper, and tried to do some yoga poses. None of the activities had provided him any peace, and he eventually decided to just embrace the discomfort and beat the crap out of something.

So here he is, standing in the gym with knuckles bound in tape and taking out his frustrations on a punching bag. He’s more than competent in street-fighting, not exceptional but still practiced and forceful. He doesn’t even remember his first fistfight, although he’s sure he lost it, and that drives him on.]

For all the complaints about magic things happening this doesn't seem that bad. That flood thing? [Duke lifts both hands palm-upward and shrugs, the quintessential "I dunno" gesture.] Weird, but from what I can tell we made it through all right. Which isn't to say it doesn't suck to be here, just that there are worse conditions to live in.

[Ah, the naïveté of a new passenger.]

A skating rink, for instance. How many prisons do you know that have those? Or a bar, or a spa. In most places you'd be lucky to clip your toenails, let alone broil in a sauna. If you're Norwegian, you're automatically disqualified from answering.

My point is, what's missing? What do you still want that isn't here? There's got to be something, all of you. Yeah, even the wardens - I'm looking at you, guys.