The Skinner Co. Network

It was a long bus ride, and the lumbering gray beast stopped regularly

The thin silver line of fear that ran along her spine, mimicking the chill of the cold wall, would help keep her awake.

He had proven to himself that Baker was involved in a cover up, but this was a fact William had already known. It had only been he, the escapee, who'd held any lingering doubt.

Join the Chrononauts as they chase Peter Parker's roommates for their share of the rent.

Hari cradled his head in his hands, attempting to block out the smokey sweet smell of freshly-charred human flesh

As soon as he stepped from the 747's controlled climate the dry Arizona air began to bake Mukki's lungs.

There was no hiss, nor rattle of warning, one moment they were speaking and the next the tent to Gord's left seemed to explode into motion.

The conversation on the night of their unexpected meeting was so celebratory that Mukki was forced to repeat most of the details the following day when they met for dinner.

Join the Chrononauts as they find themselves in a warp zone.

Seeing the shredded seats, deployed airbag, and tornado trail of upholstery and glass had brought a reality to his friend's words.

Without physical records to pin them in place, the events, like the town of Jackfish itself, became a receding memory only touched upon by sentimentalists and conspiracy theorists.

You wouldn't be so eager to sleep if you'd seen the damned thing.

He had argued to no end, then been dragged into the boat by a hand so firm it left four brown bars across his forearm.

While shuffling along the tracks, Gord mentally repeated his arguments against regretting this decision.

William came awake, the second morning after the trauma, to a silent house.

Myriam watched the bobbing light break up among the branches, then disappear, as Gord and Cal crept along the rails that led to the car.  

As they spoke the Colonel would occasionally raise his hand, then a building would suddenly be ablaze.

Silence, deep and unyielding, descended. No bullfrogs sounded and no night birds called - even the chirp and buzz of the insects had fallen into a hushed lull.

William had clawed his way through the brush and darkness until he could move no more, then he'd discovered that weeping silently was an exhausting business.

Tonight, the Chrononauts get a lesson in SPELLING. Because it's D&D. And there are spells.

While Gord would have claimed it was "an echo of the past carried by the tail of our nation's avatar," or some crap, Hari simply hoped he wasn't about to require a number of rabies shots.

Join the Chrononauts as they encounter an unexpected party.

If he'd awoken in the middle of the night and stumbled across the scene it might have seemed peaceful, but there was something unnerving at the lack of lit windows beyond the railroad tracks. The glass panes now seemed to stare him down, sockets without eyes.

The rum was doing an excellent job of warming her against the chill of the lake breeze. Somewhere in the darkness, down where the lapping water worked at an embankment overrun with grasses, a bullfrog began to croon a long and low note.

Join the Chrononauts as they silently run from Logan.