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Two years later, on October 31st, 1998, guess who showed up at my door in Fairmont Hall. Yes, you guessed it...Louis. When I first answered, I was quite frightened and taken aback at the sight of him. I hid behind the door and peeked out as I spoke to him. It was clear to me that Louis was still not himself. He looked and acted as if he had just escaped from Bellevue. He was sniffing the air, curling his lips into peculiar snarls and muttering things about "the destructor..." And what was that strange contraption on his head?!?!
In a fit of panic I resolved to call campus safety. But Louis kept muttering to me that he desperately needed help (as if I didn't know that already!). When I attempted to shut the door on him, he blocked it with his foot and gave me a stern look as he puffed out his cheeks. His eyes turned a bright crimson and he let out a cautionary growl. It was clear that I was along for the ride whether I liked it or not. Oh well...I'll do whatever I can to help out an old friend.
I asked Louis what it was that he needed. He informed me that he was waiting for "the sign." 'Oh god, that dreadful Ace of Base song?' I thought to myself. I then asked what that contraption was on his head, and he said the doctors had been doing some "tests" on him. But that it didn't really matter, because soon they would all "perish in flame!"
I decided it might be best to take Louis outside for a little tour of the campus. That might make him a bit more at ease (and would allow me greater ease to escape, should the situation warrant that).
As we exited Fairmont Hall on that dark, cloudy afternoon, Louis kept stopping momentarily. One of the more curious occurences was when he perched himself on top of the famous Fairmont rock and surveyed the campus. What the...?!?!
Then Louis stopped at the fire hydrant on the corner to give it a good sniffing down...just like a dog!
I merely shook my head, and waited for him to lead the way. He began leading me towards the Memorial Chapel, but again made a brief stop. This time, Louis took it upon himself to...errr...micturate on a nearby tree. What was it with Louis and this canine behavior? Truly embarrassed, I tried to hide my face from passersby as Louis did his business.
Good gravy...I've never understood the psychology behind people who can go to the bathroom just anywhere. I chose not to inquire, instead waiting for Louis to lead the way again. As Louis swaggered towards the chapel, the speed of his gait increased. Clearly Louis smelled something within the chapel. "This is it! This is the sign!!!" he yelled. When we reached the steps, Louis informed me that he sensed the presence of someone who could help him. Louis then took off into the chapel.
TO BE CONTINUED...