50 Minotaur Lane, Wednesday afternoon

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The bus was parked outside the house, looking . . . resigned. If a bus could look resigned. Which, apparently, this one could. Ms Frizzle was bouncing more solemnly than usual down the walk to said bus, suitcases and boxes in hand.

"Farewell to Fandom Island, your crack-laced coast, let your plotty dark and emo be . . ."

[[The Friz is off to take chances! Make mistakes! And get messy! back in Walkerville. Say your goodbyes here. *sniffle*]]