"What kind of problem?"
"Well, in an effort to open the inner resources of his brain, Mickey decided to do a heroic dose of mushrooms."
I sighed.
"I couldn't let him go on the journey alone in good conscience, you understand.”
"What kind of trouble has he gotten himself into?”
"I told him to come over to the boat so I could babysit him and keep an eye on things.”
"So he's aboard the Avventura with you?”
"Not at the moment.”
"Where are you?”
"We're at the lighthouse.”
"Stay put. We’ll come get you."
"Actually, it's a little more complicated than that."
I stifled a groan. "How complicated?"
"Well, we're actually on top of the lighthouse. Mickey thought we might get a little closer to God's perspective from up here.”
"Don't tell me he's going to jump."
"No. I don't think so. We haven't learned to fly yet."
"News flash. You're not going to learn to fly.”
"Ye of little faith, my friend. You remember those berries we ate on La Perdida.”
"Please tell me you're notthathigh."
The berries had taken us on quite the spiritual journey.
"No,” Flynn said. “Those berries were out of this world. We are still in this conscious plane of existence. But Mickey's not going to come down until we have the answer. He's convinced Augustus knows where the money is hidden.”
"Who's Augustus?”
"You should meet him. He's really cool. He’s got some wild stories.”
"Just sit tight. Don't do anything stupid. Don't let Mickey do anything stupid. We'll be right there.”
"You got it, brother."
I ended the call with Flynn and filled JD in on the situation.
We hustled out of the bathroom and found Tiffany.
"Sorry, but duty calls," Jack said.
"Oh, I see how it is. Take off before the work is finished. Typical contractor.”
"I promise, I'll make it up to you," Jack said.
