Something is wrong.
Time has been altered.
Perhaps.

There they sit, in Turkey, 13 1/2 months in the past, but which past?

Marge has not appeared?

She has not. ... The previous attempt was flawed.

The archangel intervened.

The Hound of
Chulainn was not eaten; he was spirited away. He lives on, at the North Pole.

The beginning of an alternate timeline? Are we trapped?

Perhaps. You ask a lot of questions.

If so, these humans must never be allowed to return to their time, if it exists. Caw!

How I wish those crows would stop their incessant chattering. They sound like a
treeful of magpies.

Maybe
they's hungry. I could sure could use me some a them french fried
potaters.
Hmmm.

I'm hungry, too, father. And cold. Marge should have been here days ago.

We are all hungry, my son. Apparently we must wait a bit longer for Marge to appear. Has anyone seen Truman? ... I can't help but feel that something is wrong.

Should we kill them now and be done with it?

Caw!
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