Music – Page 13 – A Piece, of the Sky

I love Braleigh; they are the most fun and flirty showmance, of the season. And their attraction doesn’t hurt their game, although the question can be asked, as to where Hay’s game is. What game? Her game is out to lunch. On break.

I am glad I called it, on Scottie returning. He is Foutte’s Call for Fire. He became a HOH, won the POV, during his own HOH week, and evicted Winston. Scottie just had to have an unrequited crush on Hay, torpedo his game.

Fessy doesn’t care about the game. All he could see was Hay. As I said before, his behavior was utterly tragic. He basically gave up, during his last week in the house.

Of course, Fessy would be jealous and vicious and not warn Scottie against re-initiating #Scyler. Scottie is going back into the house, where Hay is, and Brett is still in the house, too. Dejected Fessy gives way to scornful, petty and bitter Fessy.

I and Hay both, are simply relieved that Fessy left, and Scottie came back, instead of Fessy. I hope Faleigh is over for good and doesn’t resume after the show.

Now, Scottie is in huge trouble. He has returned to the house, but he may be kicked right back out again. Tyler, in his second HOH reign, is logically targeting Hay and Scottie, for the block.

Did you know, that, in the beginning, Scottie wanted to be Tyler’s friend, but Tyler shunned him and gave him the cold shoulder, rejecting Scottie, for the cool kids club, of Level 6? Scottie got sidelined, dumped on the island of misfit toys, along with Steve. That should give you an idea about the prospects of Scyler. For Scottie, Tyler’s heart is ice-cold.

Scottie may come bearing gifts, but of the two, Hay is more likely to put up Sam and one member of Level 6, while Scottie, if so inclined and sufficiently enraged, would put up two members, or allies, of Level 6: Kaycee and Angela, Tyler and Angela, Brett and Tyler, Kaycee and JC – you never know.

#Tangela makes even Tyler and Level 6 fans barf. If Tyler and Angela link up, after the game, fine. But win the game first, like Rob and Andrea, in Survivor, and then get married, and ride off, happily ever after, into the sunset.

Tyler is being confused by his heart. Yes, JC has been flailing, since losing Fessy, as a host. However, JC is not blinded by a love for Angela – even if his unrequited love for Tyler might be tripping JC up. JC is pushing Tyler to go after Kaycee and Angela.

JC’s full plan is the Middle Path for himself to stay and win the game, without even Fessy, Brett or Tyler. JC must get Tyler or Brett to take out Angela or Kaycee, for JC. He’s not going to be on the bottom of Level 6.

JC is not even in Level 6, but he’s not going to go first. JC is going to end this Tangela #Cringe and get back on track. JC can still win the whole game. He’s still in my Final Five.

JC must also maneuver to keep Hay, over Sam, so that he can use Hay, to go after Sam – if she’s still there, when Hay stays – and target Brett, Tyler, Angela and Kaycee. Scottie has seen through JC and is too devoted to Tyler.

JC can’t use Scottie anymore, so Scottie has to go, instead of Hay. JC re-evict Scottie and use Hay and Tyler to mop up Level 6, before eliminating Hay and finally being the one to evict Tyler!

Last week, I said Angela should make a big move, and put up Brett and Tyler, instead of Hay and Fessy. Start the Level 6 civil war! There’s no avoiding it. This schism is going to happen anyway, whether Level 6 likes it or not.

This week, I am being fair, to the other side of Tangela: Tyler’s big move would be to put up Angela and Kaycee, and watch Angela go home, while his Final Two with Kaycee, remains intact.

Wipe out the competition now, when no one expects it. Level 6 just waiting, for all of Foutte to exit the house, isn’t going to cut it anymore! Fire the first shot! Enliven the feeds!

Dan stood by the window of Hod’s study, watching the storm outside. The fire cracked and popped in the hearth. Hod sat on a huge, scarlet armchair, patterned with subtle, yellow flowers, in his magenta smoking jacket, – with the black, velvet trim – the paragon of fine sensibility and sophistication.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for such a dandy,” Dan remarked, still looking out the window, holding his familiar snifter of whiskey.

Hod also had a snifter on the table, at his side. In his delicate fingers, he held a cigar, Honduran tobacco. As he took a drag, the butt burned crimson. “Do you know why you’re here?” he said.

“I haven’t the slightest idea,” Dan answered, finally turning around. He was in a black blazer, no tie, no socks, burnt sienna loafers. A Persian rug lay between them.

“Do you know why serial killers act the way they do?” Hod asked, taking a sip of whiskey.

Dan came closer, into the light of the flames. He could see a bleached skull and a golden Solar System ellipse on Hod’s desk, “Again, I haven’t the foggiest clue.”

He chewed slightly on the end of his cigar, even though he wasn’t supposed to do that, “The first step, is that serial killers – or unsubs, as we call them – won’t, or can’t, communicate with the entity that’s really bothering them.”

“Like their mothers or ‘the system,’ right?” Dan guessed.

Hod nodded, “Their own lives are chaotic, confused, frustrating. They won’t, or can’t, establish control, in what we consider to be ‘normal’ life.”

“For whatever reason, they don’t feel like they’re getting their due,” Dan added again.

A degree from Yale, lay behind glass, glittering in the darkness beyond, near the bookcase, “People break up; people get rejected. These are things that happen to everyone – but to the unsub, they are stressors. Why?”

Dan put out a hand and leaned on the mantelpiece, “The problem lies in the way the unsub thinks…”

“Yes,” Hod answered, looking at Dan directly for the first time, “Rob Ressler thought so, too.”

“You know,” Hod said, getting up and topping off his whiskey, “unsubs crave power and control; they just wall it off into one area of their lives. This process of reasserting power and control, though, eliminates the one witness to their great exhibit of dominance – the victim.”

“The nature of their crime thus becomes serial!” Dan realized, slapping his hand on the mantel.

“Correct,” Hod said, as he turned back around. Where his head had been, when he was seated in the chair, was a photo on Hod’s desk, of himself, Sebastian and a sandy-haired teenager.

“Your son?” Dan indicated the direction, with a slight movement of his head.

“Yes!” Hod raised his heavy eyebrows and looked behind him, picking up the frame, “Jon’s visiting his aunt this weekend.” He smiled for the first time that evening.

Dan looked wistful, “It’s a hard job, isn’t it?”

“Indeed,” Hod replied, solemn, setting the picture back down.

“Why did Cai bring me into this?” Dan wondered aloud.

Hod laughed, “That lothario with the curls, wearing coats redolent of Lord Dracula’s cape? The anti-avatars we’ll be hunting, are like the unsubs I mentioned, if not worse…”

The blood in Dan’s veins dried up. “Really?” he rasped.

“Of course,” Hod spread his arms wide, glass in one hand, cigar in another, “You didn’t think the spirit world was some sort of heaven, did you?”

Rain beat a staccato on the windowpane. Dan set his snifter down on the mantel and looked at his shoes on the 18th century rug. “He really pulled the rug out from under me, eh?” Dan said, glancing up, with a painful, rueful grin.

“The earth is shaky beneath everyone’s feet,” Hod intoned, as he reclined in the armchair once more.