<strong>Blinker Town Trailer Park<br/>Trailer to Nowhere</strong><br/><br/><strong>Allison Garvey </strong>ex-bartender of Simon's Bull<br/><br/>Al lay in bed for a few minutes before getting up to look out the windows.  She went to each window in turn, looking out to check for some imagined or real noise.  She'd told herself "no more running" but had run anyhow.  Of course, there wasn't anything to be done at the time she'd run...she'd tried.<br/><br/>Stopping in front of the refrigerator, Al opened the freezer and drew out a bag of peas to press to her forhead.  She had such a headache she didn't know what to do.  The cold only made it worse, so she threw the bag back inside and sat down at the dinette table, looking at her "scrapbook" of information about the disappearances.<br/><br/>This weekend, she thought, looking at the year-on-a-page calendar she used to mark important dates.  Al felt raw with need for sleep and her inability to keep her eyes shut.  She got up and washed her face, drew on jeans and a tank top, a sweater and a jacket, snugged a rain hat on her head and grabbed her keys.  The VW was unreliable, still, but she'd make it run.<br/><br/>At the last minute, Al grabbed her notes and the scrapbook of newspaper articles of various mysterious events.  She locked the trailer and ran to the VW.  True to its nature, the car started first try.  Al swore slightly under her breath, but gave the dash a pat and headed back to town.<br/><br/>She drove back to the scene of the crime, as it were, parking and watching the mop-up outside Simon's Bull for a few minutes before she eased forward with a slight back fire and headed for Devil Bat Caves.