"Call me."
Those were the only two words in Kelsey's OCEA message to me this morning. Perhaps she was anxious as usual because I did not update her on Blake until just last night. On the other hand, the message I sent her was a bit brief; so perhaps she wanted me to elaborate.
After all, Blake claimed he "had a calling" on how to achieve his agenda to release all the self-casting avatars from Planet Mahathia. It was a fight for him because as it turns out, this is a policy that the Caucus had to vote to overturn. He tried to get them to do it twice so far all to no avail. But now he seems confident this time he will succeed...claiming that he had a vision from a figure in a dream.
Talking about dreams, the transition between dymensions or dimensions, has me speculating harder than before.
So I called Kelsey.
"Listen Jax," she said over the phone. "Drop what you're doing and buy a plane ticket back to Kindol...tonight! Keep a copy of your receipt, hand it to me, and I will ensure that you are reimbursed for your troubles."
"I don't understand," I replied, puzzled. "Did you not read my message about Blake?"
"We will worry about Blake at a later time. Right now, we have to get you out of the line of fire, with the political tensions there and the Pandemic..."
Again, I understood Kelsey's concerns. Last March, the government locked down Shane and Providence Counties. Four days ago, they added Bridgegate and Corners Counties. And today came the announcement of quarantines for each Provincial Capital and its surrounding Counties.
"It's all in the capitals and major cities though," I assured Kelsey. "Also, I'm two counties South of the Combrian border."
"You may be right," Kelsey said. "We will debate whether or not I'm being overprotective once you return. In the meantime, just follow instructions."
Now I was angry. "Fine. I'll come back tomorrow...then I will un-join the Guild, return to Remikra, and continue my observation of Blake independently. I'll provide you the information then but it might be at a price."
"You're really hell-bent, aren't you Jax..." Kelsey sighed. "Fine. I'll give you till Saturday evening."
"Make it the end of the month."
"Fine. End of the month it is. But I'll just say for the record: the longer you stay, the higher the risk." And with that, she ended the call.
What I did not mention to Kelsey was what I saw shortly before the call: that there were Neurovirus cases being reported in Ebony Valley, located in the county East of Cabotton. But that certainly would have complicated things unnecessarily.
So Blake is to hold a special Caucus meeting in two days where God knows what sort of insanity will be pouring from his mouth. At least Steve Endon is aware and seems to have convinced enough Society Members to walk out thus breaking meeting quorum. Endon will then use this asset to hopefully negotiate with Blake to try and re-instill some of the former Prefects.
I have little faith in this, actually, but my hope is that in the process, Blake will drop some sort of revelation, unintentionally, that will confirm beyond all doubt that he is the Master Pagewriter.