Dr. Helber came from a long line of slightly whacked out inventors; men and women who were geniuses in arcane manners altogether different than playing baseball or having spouses. Professors and hermit writers mostly, with the occasional sensational madmen and drunks. As a child looking over one of his family gatherings, it had seemed to him that only the children were sane and at least nominally average in their socialization (he was always having thoughts like that, even as a child...

In one dimension, a hoboish drunk, late fifties and over-weight, sits stinky and silent on a bench in Loyola Park. No one knows that he is secretly watching everyone there, on the look out for any sort of trouble. That was his job now. He had lost everything except his need to drink... and of late, the cheap wine had started to make his brain resemble smooth vanilla pudding with chocolate chips and coconuts -- a disease that was going to help kill him in twelve days, when the first icey No...

SCENE: a young boy's bedroom. He is asleep. Behind them is a snowy night scene. Santa is standing beside the boy reading from a book. NARRATOR Santa keeps a detailed list of who has been good, and who has been bad. CLOSE UP OF SANTA'S FACE FROWNING. NARRATOR Uh, oh... looks like Timmy is a bad boy. Santa sits down the book and reaches into his bag, NARRATOR...