Yes, Abbey!

As Abbey Powell, Peace Corp Vet, Anthropology Major, Adventurer, begins to break down for lack of breathable air, it’s Mark Trail that falls in behind her and gives her that last push to “get to the beach” where salvation awaits… or so they think.  Must.  Keep. Moving.

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As Hell-fire continues to rain down upon them, I am reminded of another reference I heard on the radio…  what’s it raining?  It’s raining tacos!  You’re welcome.

Atta boy, Cal!

No use being an idiot.  This strip ain’t named for you.  Mark has survived worse scrapes, and well, you have visions of the ‘Nam coming back to you.  You saw too many of your brothers get taken out in the searing heat of a firefight to know that running toward the danger only gets you kilt…

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So as Cal continues to channel Jim Brown, head down arms and legs pumping (thanks, George A…) he heads for the boat… of which wee have only seen the bow… I mean, what’s it packing in the back?  a motor?  will Cal be rowing?  sailing?

And what about that random reference to the movie The Fog?  The wreck of the Elizabeth Dane?  Was that just a head fake?  That was, of course, months ago in real time, when Abbey was awaiting Mark’s arrival.  For those living in the Trail Matrix, though, mere hours…

Seeing? How About Breathing??

As Abbey assumes a ‘duck and cover’ posture, what exactly is Mark doing?  Heaven only knows…

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Ever wonder where the expression “heads up!” originated?  I have always thought that funny, especially when applied to, say, a baseball diamond.  A foul tip goes high in the sky, some unsuspecting person is about to get beaned, and someone yells, “heads up!”  The person looks up, and instead of catching the blow on the top of their head or shoulder, the ball crushes their nose or eye socket…  clearly not a better outcome.

So as Mark leads the way with his skinny jeans and flexing gluts, let’s hope Abbey can find her way, as she seems to be overwhelmed by the raining ash and cinder…

Always thinking about the damn ants…

Give it a rest, Abbey.  Seriously.  And by now do you know to NOT call Mark Trail unless you want hellfire raining down on you?

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Color palette continues to be very curious… lava has turned from ash gray to black now, which is a bit disorienting.  But at least in the third panel, Mark and Abbey are in synch as far as pumping their arms and moving their legs…  How surprised they will be to find that the Chopper, Cal, and Abbey’s boat are all gone!!  Ha!!  Too bad Mark had a witness at the Island Hoppers Charter service, otherwise, Cal could just forget about the whole thing… but of course he’ll need to bring the insurance company out to the atoll to make his own claim…  why do all these stories involve destruction of property and insurance claims??

Well thank goodness…

The lava flow has taken out the already damaged fire ant mound…

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And this is important because, well, we’d probably all be sitting up at night wondering whether the ants survived the eruption…  I can tell you I would have been.  But really?  Installments past suggested that the volcano and resulting caldera were miles away- off on the horizon.  It wasn’t like Mark and Abbey were at the foot of the mountain that just blew its top.  Well, I guess that lava flows quickly, much more quickly than any story line in the Trailverse…

 

Mark’s ability to expound…

…while running at full tilt is impressive.  Even to the point that he can hearken back to the past (well for us, anyway, it’s been weeks…) and recall the incident involving the Wild Boar…  and now realize that the boar meant them no harm, it was simply escaping with its life… damn the singular of boar that was left to incinerate… true- that’s what a group of wild  boar is apparently called…

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So… Boar smarter than Trail.  Not surprising.  If Mark had an ounce of brains left in him, he wouldn’t constantly be placing himself in mortal danger…