We called Agnes's sister and agreed to be bait yesterday. Liza was quick to point out that we would be perfectly safe (which meant we probably weren't) and that she was really glad we had changed our minds (which meant she was glad Agnes changed her mind).
She said that had to take some time setting up a trap. "For the Slender Man or the Cold Boy?" I asked.
"Whichever one shows," she said. "It'll be about a week or two. We'll contact you." And then she hung up.
Agnes and I talked it over, too. We know weapons don't hurt them, but Agnes will bring her gun anyway. It makes her feel safer, which is a good thing. I saw a Louisville Slugger in a thrift store nearby - perhaps I'll pick it up on my way home from work. A security bat.
Had a strange dream last night though. Agnes and I and her sister and Aladdin Sane were standing in the falling snow.
"Watch us now as we unfold," Agnes said, "skin never touching, for we are cold."
"Flying with arms transfigured to wings," her sister said, "dancing like puppets without any strings."
"As we resemble something that has not yet occured," Sane said, "waiting to release that one fatal word."
"Nothing below us, nothing above," Agnes said, "I have never loved you dear as now I love."
And then they all melted away to a nothingness that's only possible in dreams.
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