As the weather outside was beyond miserable I took it upon myself to figure out at least the rough location of Uncle. I began with a map of the area that showed everywhere he had been sighted, as well as a godly raids outside of that. I placed a pushpin for each location, than added an opposite colour for each location that had proof of legitimate business. My hypothesis ran that the only sightings that should be happening, would happen where people could be expected to see him. In a third colour I marked each return address on correspondence waiting to be fooled away. The third colour being needed due to my having no knowledge of the relative legitimacy off his transactions in these locations as they were all individuals of no means in the toughest of locations, with many of the addresses consisting of nothing more than a rural crossroads with a name like “quarter mile past burnt ash tree” or “corner of swamp creek and locust avenue”. What soon developed was a snail shell like curve originating from our location and moving outwards by date, not only slightly further away but also rotating around with the house as the pivot.
The most curious part of this projection I had created it seemed at first glance to map disparity in the means of the inhabitants, with the lowest of people living in the center of the spiral path, much like the rings in a snail’s while the most affluent and influential were the bright rings. While I began to ponder if the poor made the path our the path made the poor I heard a commotion downstairs. Within seconds of the first screams the hound began to raise a terrible ruckus. Being as curious as any 23 year old, I hurried downstairs, only to find the housekeeper, Ms. Pimms, passed out at the foyer.
Peter's stuff.