The night at Camp No-Be-Bo-Sco passed without any scares. Naturally, no man in a hockey mask came out to welcome them with a machete, which left Quicksilver sorely disappointed.
Although he suspected the commotion Henry had caused by the lake was the reason things were so boring, Quicksilver still believed that unkillable Evil Spirit was every bit as terrifying as Hollywood made him out to be.
Quicksilver kept his camera in hand and wandered everywhere, doing his utmost to get himself alone. But no matter how hard he tried to lure the legendary killer out, he never caught a glimpse of him.
—A thought from the bottom of the lake: My damn skull hurts, okay? Hollywood's Jason only has to show up for work once a year, at least. I got wrecked this afternoon, and you want me back on the job tonight? Am I getting overtime? Doesn't healing take time?—The others were nowhere near as disappointed as Quicksilver. Henry produced a guitar from somewhere, and an impromptu barbecue unfolded to the accompaniment of music, with everyone grilling, eating, and fooling around.
Kitty, who had gone out alone to find herself a treat, did not return until very late.
Back when they lived in Los Angeles, Henry had taken her into the wilderness every week to let her run free. Since coming to New York, the elderly woman had taken her for walks in Central Park every day. Although she was getting considerably more exercise, her diet was no longer quite as nutritionally complete.
At home, she had all the protein she could want, but a tiger needed more than protein alone. Henry always found other ways to supplement the special nutrients Kitty needed, but given this rare chance to roam free, she naturally went off to find her own