I thought for sure yesterday that Mark was trying to remind the counter agent that he wasn’t fit to rent anything… based on his dubious record of returning items unscathed… But here we find him behind the wheel of a lovely blue SUV, apparently being paid for by one Leslie Joyce. Who is what? A benefactor? An investor? A Sugar-Mommy?
But Mark, you are breaking with tradition! Bad guys always call good guys by their surname- “Mr. Bond” or “Mr. Powers.” “Nice try?” How about, “Yea, right!” Baldy probably has so many aliases he could tell you his name and it wouldn’t really be helpful! And for love of Mike, that’s not a girl! That’s a woman! And doesn’t the kidnapper usually call the shots as far as where they go? Are they going to drive to the Res and then what? Get introduced to Johnny Lone-Elk?
I’m confused, too.
Wasn’t the whole idea of this airport adventure for Baldy to nab a getaway car and rendezvous with his henchman? He has a gun and a hostage. Why in the world is he acting like he’s a hitchhiker destined to go wherever Mark is driving?
But I am beguiled by the expressive faces our our prairie dog pups in the foreground. The third from the left shares a suspicion that something going on in that blue SUV is deeply askew, while his doe-eyed sister to his left presumably has caught a glimpse of the driver and is as moonstruck with Mark as Carita in the dim cave light or Abby in the warm lava glow.
Just when I thought the adventure of Volcano World was a new low….