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Radio NET Bulgaria (October 06, 2022)

23:56 AL DEGREGORIS - Autumn Chill 23:51 GREGG KARUKAS - Love Is In Your Own Backyard 23:47 DANIEL DOMENGE - Patchwork 23:42 NICK COLIONNE - Is This Love I'm Feeling 23:38 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - C-Funk 23:34 GARY PALMER - Misunderstanding 23:30 TIM BOWMAN - Seaside Drive 23:26 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - In The Shade 23:21 BRIAN SIMPSON - One of a Kind 23:17 JAREZ - All I Need 23:14 NILS - All Roads Lead to You 23:10 STEVE COLE - Can'T Get Enough 23:04 EUGE GROOVE - God Bless You 23:00 BILLYRAY SHEPPARD - Dancing In The River At Midnight 22:58 LE VITA, FAB - Apologize 22:54 CAFE DEL MAR - Mandalay (Beautiful) 22:49 LEO ROJAS - Serenade to Mother Earth 22:45 KEVIN SUNRAY - Stories Untold feat Gaia Barbero (Acoustic Dubstep Mix) 22:41 DAN BALAN - Chica Bomb (DJ Dan Karim Chill Mix) 22:37 KYLIE MINOGUE - Wonderful Life (Acoustic Version) 22:32 LAID BACK - People (Banzai Republic vs. Trentemoeller Mix) 22:25 LA NUIT DEL MAR - Everybody (Luxury Lounge Cafe Mix) 22:17 LAB OF MUSIC - Angel Vibes (Original Mix) 22:12 LA CAINA - Mona 22:10 CNBK - Burning skies (acoustic version) 22:07 DAVID VENDETTA - Love To Love You Baby (Lounge Mix) 22:02 LANA DEL REY - Born To Die 21:58 SUNLOUNGER - Punta Galera (Chillout Mix) 21:52 LAZY HAMMOCK - Pleasures All Mine (Chill Beat Mix) 21:48 DEPECHE MODE - Enjoy The Silence (Pacific State Chillout Mix) 21:42 DIDDY, KEYSHIA COLE, B - STAR 21:38 LEO ROJAS - Flying Heart 21:34 LATE NIGHT ALUMNI - This Is Why 21:30 CRISTINA CAMACHO - Thank you 21:26 ESSONITA, IRINA MAKOSH - Lift Me Up (Bryan Milton Chillout Remix) 21:20 GUENTER HAAS - Alone but Never Lonely 21:15 KUBA - Kailash 21:11 DASH BERLIN, EMMA HEWITT - Waiting (Acoustic Version) 21:08 ARMIN VAN BUUREN VS. SOPHIE ELLIS BEXTOR - Not Giving Up On Love (Acoustic Version) 21:05 KOSMOPOLITANS, ATHENA ROUTSI - I Belong To You 21:02 JAMES BUTLER - Dinner For Two 20:57 CANE GARDEN QUARTET - Chillaxin' 20:51 SUNLOUNGER - Sunny Tales (Chill Version) 20:46 LO TIDE - Quietly here (original mix) 20:40 KITARO - Dance of Sarasvati 20:36 MICHAEL E - People Watching (Rubber Neck Mix) 20:32 LEO ROJAS - Colors Of The Rainbow 20:28 JAY SEAN - Maybe (The Xtreme Chillout Remix) 20:24 351 LAKE SHORE DRIVE - Rising Stars 20:21 KENNY G, LOUIS ARMSTRONG - What A Wonderful World 20:17 JES - In Ohm (Lime Chill Remix) 20:11 ATB - With You! (Original Mix) 20:07 GROOVE THIEVERY - Killer 20:01 CHRISTIAN HORNBOSTEL - Waiting At Potsdamer Chaussee 19:57 CJ STONE, ANNA TURSKA, SHERLOCK - Believe Me (Chill Out Classic Mix) 19:53 YURI KANE - Right Back (Chillout Mix) 19:50 ADELE - Chasing Pavements 19:46 SAGI REI - Missing 19:40 CLAUDE CHAGALL - Obsession 19:35 KITARO - Itonami 19:31 MICHAEL E - Deja Vu (Short Mix) 19:27 ANDAIN - Beautiful Things (Andain Piano Version) 19:23 LEO ROJAS - Chaski 19:18 351 LAKE SHORE DRIVE - Over 19:12 JES - Like A Waterfall (Flipside Ambient Remix) 19:07 BLANK & JONES - Pura Vida (Radio Mix) 19:02 ATB - Let U Go (Schiller Remix) 18:56 PROJECT BLUE SUN - Angels 18:52 SUNLOUNGER - Balearic Breakfast (Chill Version) 18:46 TWENTYEIGHT - Monday night 18:40 ADELE - Lovesong 18:37 SAGI REI - Rhythm is A Dancer (Verano Chill Out Mix) 18:32 SMOOTH DELUXE - Boulevard Rouge 18:25 KITARO - Matsuri 18:21 SYLVERING - Strangelove 18:16 MICHAEL E - Close to You 18:12 ANDAIN - Promises 18:08 METAHARMONIKS - Confession 18:04 LEO ROJAS - Farewell 17:59 THE THRILLSEEKERS - Synaesthesia (Solarsoul Chilled Remix) 17:52 351 LAKE SHORE DRIVE - Soiree Rouge (feat. Blueberry) 17:46 YANNI - One Man's Dream (Hi-Res Audio, 4K-Ultra-HD) Ledovskiy Valeriy Remix 17:42 JES - Imagination (Richard Robson Remix) 17:37 TRIANGLE SUN - White Song 17:33 BLANK & JONES - Risin' To The Top (Original Mix) 17:28 ATB - I Was Wrong To Let You Go (Lounge Version) 17:22 SUNLOUNGER - Heart Of The Sun (Chill Version) 17:17 MARGA SOL - Love Dust 17:13 PAROV STELAR - You Got Me There 17:09 SEVEN24 - Oasis (original mix) 17:05 LINKIN PARK - My December 17:00 SAGI REI - Fall Again 16:59 ANDY SHITZER - She Loves Me 16:55 JACKIEM JOYNER - Where's The Love Gone 16:51 GREGG KARUKAS - Nightshift 16:46 FREDDIE FOX - Champagne Tonight 16:42 AL DEGREGORIS - People Power 16:38 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - Voyager 16:34 BLAKE AARON - Feels So Right 16:31 GARY PALMER - To the Top 16:26 NICK COLIONNE - Latin Lover 16:22 DANIEL DOMENGE - Back to the Past 16:18 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Midnight Groove 16:13 JEANETTE HARRIS - All I Do 16:08 JEFF KASHIWA - When It Feels Good 16:04 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - LA Nights 16:00 MICHAEL ROSS - Hot in Brazil 15:57 TIM BOWMAN - Light of Love 15:53 OLI SILK - Hurry Up And Wait 15:49 JAMHUNTERS - Tah-Two 15:45 DARREN RAHN - Easy Does It 15:40 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Thickets 15:35 JIM ADKINS - The Secret Place 15:30 BRIAN SIMPSON - Chemistry 15:26 NILS - Life is What You Make It 15:22 JAREZ - Can't Get Enough 15:16 EUGE GROOVE - Get Em Goin' 15:13 DAVE KOZ - It's All Love 15:09 BILLYRAY SHEPPARD - Take Flight 15:04 ANDY SHITZER - On and On 15:00 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Pardon Me 14:59 MICHAEL ROSS - Four Seasons to Cross 14:55 JACKIEM JOYNER - This Time Around 14:51 GREGG KARUKAS - Happy The Man 14:47 FREDDIE FOX - From The Heart 14:43 JAMHUNTERS - Eurabian Fantasy 14:39 AL DEGREGORIS - After a Rain 14:34 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Stan's Groove 14:30 STEVE COLE - With You All the Way 14:26 NICK COLIONNE - There It Is 14:22 ADAM HAWLEY - I Don't Mind (Feat. Euge Groove) 14:18 DANIEL DOMENGE - Cool 14:14 JEANETTE HARRIS - P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thang) 14:08 JEFF KASHIWA - You're The One 14:04 TIM BOWMAN - Let It Shine 14:00 DARREN RAHN - D-Luxe 13:56 KIM WATERS - Love's Melody 13:52 MICHAEL ROSS - Bumpin' on Sundown 13:49 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Pocket Love 13:44 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Rendezvous 13:39 BRAD ALEXANDER - Through the Fire (feat. Andrew Gouche) 13:35 BRIAN SIMPSON - Sky Watcher 13:31 JAMHUNTERS - Room for Milk 13:26 Radio NET - Music & More 13:22 NILS - Above the Clouds 13:18 MEKIEL REUBEN - Corey 13:13 KIRK WHALUM - Desperately 13:09 OLI SILK - So Many Ways 13:04 SHAWN RAIFORD - Good Vibrations 13:00 JAREZ - How I Feel 12:56 EUGE GROOVE - Straight Up 12:41 TONY SAUNDERS - Sleepless Nights 12:38 JACKIEM JOYNER - I'm Waiting For You 12:33 MICHAEL ROSS - Almost Home 12:28 GREGG KARUKAS - Heatwave 12:25 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Just the Two of Us 12:22 FREDDIE FOX - Southern Ways 12:17 AL DEGREGORIS - Into the Sun 12:12 KIRK WHALUM - Ruby Ruby Ruby (feat. Earl Klugh) 12:08 STEVE COLE - Believe 12:04 NICK COLIONNE - Born Again 12:00 ADAM HAWLEY - Old School Jam 11:58 DANIEL DOMENGE - Always to Run 11:54 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Tidal 11:48 JEFF KASHIWA - Meet You There 11:43 BLAIR BRYANT - EmberGlow 11:38 TIM BOWMAN - Travelin' Road 11:35 DARREN RAHN - I Can't Go For That 11:30 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Only You 11:25 JIM ADKINS - No Ordinary Love 11:21 TONY SAUNDERS - Tonight (Best You Ever Had) 11:17 MICHAEL ROSS - On the Beach with You 11:12 NOTEWORTHY BAND - Sweet Breeze 11:08 KIRK WHALUM - The Wave 11:04 JESSY J - Hot Sauce 11:00 BRAD ALEXANDER - Feel da Music (feat. Gerald Albright) 10:56 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Black Shoebox 10:52 EUGE GROOVE - Rewind 10:47 BILLYRAY SHEPPARD - Heels And Pearls 10:42 ANDY SHITZER - September '79 10:38 JACKIEM JOYNER - J Street 10:34 BLAIR BRYANT - Power UP! 10:29 DAVE KOZ - Still Got It 10:24 GREGG KARUKAS - Napa Road 10:20 FREDDIE FOX - Thank You 10:16 BRIAN SIMPSON - Here with You 10:12 NILS - Don't Hold Back 10:07 KIM WATERS - Water's Edge 10:04 KIRK WHALUM - Roundtrip (feat. Kenneth, Peanuts, Kyle, and Kevin Whalum) 10:00 MEKIEL REUBEN - One For Me 09:57 MICHAEL ROSS - Moments in Fall 09:53 NOTEWORTHY BAND - Empiezo 09:49 OLI SILK - Just Can't Resist 09:44 TONY SAUNDERS - Interlude In Paris 09:41 DARREN RAHN - Midnight Sun 09:37 SHAWN RAIFORD - All Systems Go 09:34 JEANETTE HARRIS - Down Wit' It 09:31 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - REM Funk 09:26 BLAIR BRYANT - Kiss of Life 09:22 JAREZ - Sounds Good to Me 09:19 AL DEGREGORIS - JD's Groove 09:15 NICK COLIONNE - Nite Train 09:12 STEVE COLE - Starting Over 09:08 ADAM HAWLEY - Traveling Mood (Feat. Julian Vaughan) 09:03 KIRK WHALUM - Inside (feat. Shanice) 09:00 DANIEL DOMENGE - French Connection 08:57 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - New Hope 08:54 JEFF KASHIWA - It's Up To You 08:50 PAUL MESSINA - Above the Clouds 08:46 MICHAEL ROSS - We Slept in the Rain 08:41 NOTEWORTHY BAND - Surf to Smooth 08:37 JOYCE COOLING - South of Market 08:33 TIM BOWMAN - All My Life 08:29 DARREN RAHN - Rock with You 08:25 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Phoenix Rising 08:21 JIM ADKINS - Straight Ahead 08:17 BLAIR BRYANT - Red Tiger 08:13 JESSY J - Daylight (Gregg Karukas feat. Jessy J) 08:08 TONY SAUNDERS - Bigger Than Outside 08:04 BRIAN SIMPSON - When I Say Your Name 08:00 KIRK WHALUM - Courtney 07:57 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Groove Love 07:53 NILS - In The Moment 07:49 BLAKE AARON - Drive 07:44 KIM WATERS - Possession 07:39 MEKIEL REUBEN - Lovely Day 07:34 OLI SILK - Take Me Away 07:30 SHAWN RAIFORD - Rude Boy 07:25 NELSON RANGELL - City Lights 07:21 JEANETTE HARRIS - Chi Town 07:16 JAREZ - One Take 07:13 EUGE GROOVE - Slam Dunkn 07:08 BLAIR BRYANT - That Girl 07:04 BRAD ALEXANDER - Straight Up (feat. Donald Hayes) 07:00 BILLYRAY SHEPPARD - Silk 07:00 ANDY SHITZER - Only With You 06:53 KIRK WHALUM - Afterthought 06:48 TONY SAUNDERS - Alaya 06:44 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Club Life 06:41 JACKIEM JOYNER - Say I Do 06:36 BLAKE AARON - Fall For You 06:30 GREGG KARUKAS - Home To You 06:26 FREDDIE FOX - Cool 06:22 AL DEGREGORIS - Tranquility 06:18 STEVE COLE - Slinky 06:14 NICK COLIONNE - Be Urself 06:09 ADAM HAWLEY - Just A Friend Of Mine 06:05 BLAIR BRYANT - Relentless 06:00 DANIEL DOMENGE - Last Summer 05:58 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Always & Forever 05:54 JEFF KASHIWA - The Attraction 05:49 KIRK WHALUM - Big Ol' Shoes 05:46 MARK CARTER - Swingtown 05:41 JOYCE COOLING - Another Time 05:36 TIM BOWMAN - Into The Blue 05:33 DARREN RAHN - Our Love 05:29 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Hip Today 05:25 TONY SAUNDERS - Melody in My Heart 05:21 BLAKE AARON - Weekend in Paradise 05:17 KIM WATERS - East Coast Strollin' 05:12 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - City Life 05:08 JULIAN VAUGHN - All to Myself 05:04 JIM ADKINS - Wind Dancing 05:00 JESSY J - White Sand (Paul Brown feat. Jessy J) 04:58 BLAIR BRYANT - B's Bounce 04:52 BRIAN SIMPSON - Closer Still 04:49 NILS - Shine Your Light On Me 04:45 MEKIEL REUBEN - Steppin' in San Gabriel 04:40 KIM SCOTT - The Look Of Love 04:36 OLI SILK - Slinky Malinki 04:31 AL GOMEZ - Keeping It Together 04:27 AL DEGREGORIS - Smooth It Out 04:24 SHAWN RAIFORD - Chunky 04:20 DAVID DAVIS - Back & Forth 04:17 DARRIUS JAMAR - Back To Love 04:12 JAREZ - A New Day 04:09 TONY SAUNDERS - All Alone 04:04 BLAKE AARON - Sunday Strut (feat. Najee) 04:00 NELSON RANGELL - When I Saw You 03:58 JEANETTE HARRIS - People Make The World Go Round 03:54 BLAIR BRYANT - Spend the Night 03:50 JULIAN VAUGHN - Your Mine 03:45 STEVE COLE - Love Ballad 03:40 BLACK GOLD MASSIVE - Let It Flow (Sausalito Calling) 03:36 MARIUS BILLGOBENSON - Joy 03:31 HANK BILAL - Kick It With Me 03:26 JACKIEM JOYNER - Just Groove 03:21 GREGG KARUKAS - Rocky Peak 03:18 FREDDIE FOX - Just 4 U 03:13 DAVID DAVIS - If Your Girl Only Knew 03:09 AL GOMEZ - Groovesville 03:05 AL DEGREGORIS - South Shore 03:00 EUGE GROOVE - Rain Down On Me 02:55 DARRIUS JAMAR - Forget Me Nots (Feat. Dayve Stewart) 02:51 JAREZ - Shine 02:47 BLAIR BRYANT - Girls in the Back 02:42 TONY SAUNDERS - Just Letting Go 02:38 BLAKE AARON - Riviera Nights 02:33 BRAD ALEXANDER - Morning Serenade 02:29 NICK COLIONNE - Morning Call 02:26 BOBBY WELLS - Vantage Point 02:22 JULIAN VAUGHN - Always in My Heart 02:18 ADAM HAWLEY - Just Dance (Feat. Dave Koz) 02:13 DANIEL DOMENGE - Asian Dream 02:09 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Bay Breeze 02:05 JOE MCBRIDE, THE TEXAS RHYTHM CLUB - His Name 01:59 JEFF KASHIWA - The Power of Midnight 01:55 DERRICK HARVIN - Eyes Wide Open 01:52 AL DEGREGORIS - Time And A Half 01:48 AL GOMEZ - Who's Right, Who's Wrong 01:44 JAREZ - Got This Feelin' 01:39 BLAIR BRYANT - Chocolate for Breakfast 01:35 GTF - Spanish Steps 01:31 WALTER DUDA - Invisible 01:27 TIM BOWMAN - City Lights 01:22 BOBBY LYLE - Nujazzy (feat. Nathan East) 01:18 DARRIUS JAMAR - Missing You 01:13 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Above the Clouds 01:08 BLAKE AARON - Groovers and Shakers (feat. Darren Rahn) 01:04 ALTHEA RENE - Rock with You 01:00 DAVE BRADSHAW JR. - Nothin' But Groove 00:55 BOBBY WELLS - Count It All Joy 00:50 J. WHITE - Valley of the Sun 00:46 JOYCE COOLING - Take Me There 00:43 JULIAN VAUGHN - Initiate 00:38 DARREN RAHN - Tale Of Two Cities 00:35 ALEX FALDIN - Comfortline 00:30 DERRICK HARVIN - New Found Love 00:25 JIM ADKINS - A Kiss From You 00:21 JAREZ - All Of Me 00:17 AL DEGREGORIS - Resolutions 00:13 BOBBY LYLE - Tommy's Song 00:08 AL GOMEZ - Closer to You 00:03 TONY SAUNDERS - Sea Cliff Drive

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jotem · 2 years

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Dünya müzik olarak hiçbir zaman 1960 -2000 arasındaki romantizmi yakalayamayacak...

O dönemlerin en sevdiğim şarkılarından bazılarını sizler için paylaşıyorum....Unuttuklarım olabilir...Lütfen siz de ekleyin..

Sevgiler..

Aydın İzbudak

Santa Esmeralda -Your My Everything

Black - Wonderful Life

Michael Fugain - Une Belle Historie

Jason Donovan - Sealed With A Kiss

Stevie Wonder - I Just Called To Say I Love You

Lionel Richie - Hello

Rockwell - Knife

Richard Marx - Right Here Waiting

Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You

Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing

Cat Stevens - Lady d'Arbanville

Elton John- Little Jeannie

Jermaine Jackson, Pia Zadora - When the Rain Begins to Fall.

The Eagles - Hotel California

King Crimson - Epitaph..

No Doubt - Don't Speak

Dalida, Alain Delon - Paroles, paroles

Oscar Harris - Alta Gracia...

Barbra Streisand -Woman In Love

Orson Welles - I Know What It Is To Be Young

Demis Roussos - Forever and Ever

Joe Dassin -Et si tu n'existais pas

Edith Piaf - Sous le ciel de paris

Tom Jones - Delilah

Engelbert Humperdinck -How I Love You

Shirley Bassey -. Where Do I Begin Love Story

Frank Sınatra -Myway

Frank Sınatra - Moon River

Diana Ross & Lionel Richie - Endless Love

Barbra Streisand - The Way We Were..

Jose Feliciano - Rain

Jose Feliciano - The Gypsy

Nelson Ned- Tudo Passara...

Dean Martin - Sway..

Kenny Rogers -Lady

Elvis Presley - Always On My Mind...

Elvis Presley -Can't Help Falling In Love..

Abba -Mamma Mia..

Berlin -Take My Breah Away ..

Wham -Careless Whisper..

Dire Straits -Money For Nothing..

Modern Talking -You’re My Heart, You’re My Soul

Culture Club -Do You Really Want to Hurt Me

Gazebo -I like Chopin

Sinead O’Connor -Nothing Compares

Billy Ocean -Suddenly

Chris de Burgh -Lady in red..

Phil Collins -Another Day in Paradise

Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart...

Irene Cara -Flashdance

Michael Sembello - Maniac

Roxette - It Must Have Been Love

Pet Shop Boys - It's A Sin..

Sam Brown -Stop

Nat King Cole - Autumn Leaves

Nat King Cole - Unforgettable

The Platters - Smoke Get In Your Eyes

Adamo -Tombe la neige...

Paul Young - Everytime You Go Away

Terry Jacks - Seasons In The Sun

Terry Jacks -If you go away

The Monkees - Daydream Believer..

Neil Sedaka – You Mean Everything To Me..

Sade - Smooth Operator..

Boney M. - Brown Girl in the Ring..

Sting - Shape of My Heart..

Sting - Desert Rose..

Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You ...

Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On..

Bee Gees - How Deep Is Your Love ..

The Bangles - Eternal Flame..

Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime..

Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine..

Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody

Casablanca - As Time Goes By..

Billie Holiday - Summertime..

Charles Aznavour - She...

Mario Lanza-Santa Lucia..

Simply Red - If You Don't Know Me By Now..

Simply Red - Holding Back The Years..

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - C'est La Vie..

Diana Ross - Do you know where you're going to

Loreena McKennitt Tango Evora..

Foreigner - I Want To Know What Love Is ..

The Beatles - Yesterday..

John Lennon - Woman.

John Lennon-Imagine..

Rolling Stones - Angie.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here..

Status Quo - In The Army Now..

Silver Convention - Fly Robin Fly ..

Baccara Yes Sir, I Can Boogie ..

Patrick Hernandez - Born to Be Alive ..

Leif Garret - I was made for dancin...

Nada -Una chitarra e un'armonica..

NADA - El Corazón es un Gitano

Peppino di Capri - Melancolie..

Peppino di Capri - Roberta..

Riccardo Fogli - Storie di tutti i giorni..

Riccardo Fogli-Per Lucia..

Anne-Marie David - Tu Te Reconnaitras in..

Julio Iglesias - El Amor..

The Moody Blues - Nights In White Satin..

Dean Martin - That's Amore...

Vittorio Paltrinieri - Portofino..

Christian Adam - Si Tu Savais Combien Je T'aime..

Jean Francois Maurice - Aranjuez Mon Amour...

Jean Francois Michael - Adieu Jolie Candy..

Jean- François Michael -Si L'amour Existe Encore..

Jean-François Michael - Je pense à toi ..

Jean Francois Michael- Coupable..

Sandy Posey - All hang up in your green eyes..

Morris Albert - Feelings ..

Alain Barrière & Noëlle Cordier - Tu t'en vas.

Sharif Dean ‎- Do You Love Me? ...

Lara Fabian - Je t'aime...

Mireille Mathieu- Pardonne moi ce caprice d'enfant...

Mireille Mathieu - C’est l’amour et la vie que je te dois..

Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale...

Aphrodite's Child - Rain and tears...

Scorpions - Maybe I Maybe You...

The Animals - House of the Rising Sun..

Deep Purple - Child In Time..

The Mamas & The Papas - California Dreamin..

Leonard Cohen -Dance Me to the End of Love..

Shocking Blue - Venus...

Tanita Tikaram - Twist In My Sobriety..

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover...

Alain Delorme - Je rêve souvent d'une femme..

Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World..

Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg - Je T'aime...

Scott McKenzie -San Francisco...

Albert Hammond - It Never Rains In Southern California ...

Enrico Macias -Adieu Mon Pays..

Enrico Macias -Melisa..

The Platters-Only You...

Roberto Carlos - Lady Laura ..

Andy Williams - Love Is A Many Splendored Thing ..

Bob Dylan - One More Cup of Coffee ..

Sting - Englishman In New York..

Matt Monro - The Music Played...

Styx - Boat On The River...

Shirley Bassey -Yesterday when l was young..

George Michael - Careless Whisper..

Patrick Juvet - La musica ...

Charles Aznavour - Hier Encore ...

Mort Shuman - Sorrow...

Engelbert Humperdinck -Take my heart .....

Mort Shuman -Brooklyn by the sea...

Paul Anka -Papa......

Paul Anka - It's Time To Cry ...

Roxette - Listen To Your Heart...

Jennifer Rush - The Power Of Love ..

Elton John - Sacrifice....

Ricky Shayne - Mamy Blue..

Dalida- O Sole Mio ...

Carpenters - Top of the World..

Matt Monro - All Of A Sudden...

David Alexandre Winter - Oh Lady Mary..(Samanyolu)

Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly...

Whitney Houston, & Mariah Carey - When You Believe..

Busta Rhymes, Mariah Carey - I Know What You Want...

Elvis Presley - Love Me Tender..

Iva Zanicchi - Io Ti Daro Di Piu..

Sol Raye - If we were free...

Michael Bolton - When a Man Loves a Woman..

Michael Bolton - How Am I Supposed To Live Without You..

Joe Cocker - Unchain My Heart...

Joe Cocker - Ain't No Sunshine..

Joe Cocker - You are so beautiful..

Zager And Evans - In The Year 2525 ..

Chris Rea -The Blue Cafe..

Rare Bird - Sympathy...

The Moody Blues - Melancholy Man...

Christian Delagrange - Sans toi je suis seul..(Sessiz Gemi)...

Nat King Cole -Quizás, quizás, quizás...

Pierre Bachelet - Emmanuelle ..

Herve Vilard - Capri C'est Fini ...

Gilbert Becaud - Nathalie ..

Christophe - Aline ...

Daniel Gerard - Marylou...

Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose...

Noir Désir - Le Vent Nous Portera..

Belle- Notre Dame De Paris...

Charles Aznavour - La Boheme...

Sylvie Vartan - La Maritza...

Sylvie Vartan - Nicolas...

Sylvie Vartan- Abracadabra...

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang..

Joan Baez - Donna, Donna..

Enrico Macias - Solenzara..

Catherine Deneuve - Toi jamais...

Dalida - Le Temps des Fleurs...

Marie Laforet -Vien Vien...

Falco - Jeanny ..

Nicole - Ein bisschen Frieden...

Status Quo - In The Army Now..

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole -Somewhere Over the Rainbow....

Kool & The Gang - Fresh...

Kool & The Gang - Cherish...

Leo Sayer - More Than I Can Say..

Gipsy Kings - No Volvere..

Marc Antony - When I Dream At Night...

Sting - Fragile...

Gerry & The Pacemakers - You'll Never Walk Alone...

Pet Shop Boys - Go West...

Nana Mouskouri - Plaisir d'amour ...

Nana Mouskouri- Millisse Mou (senden başka)

Nana Mouskouri - Ave Maria ...

Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up..

A-ha - Take On Me..

Glenn Medeiros - Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You..

The Police - Every Breath You Take...

Alphaville - Sounds Like A Melody...

Belinda Carlisle - Circle In The Sand ...

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now....

Paula Abdul - Straight Up...

Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name..

Rick James - Super Freak...

USA For Africa - We Are The World ...

Kim Wilde - You Keep Me Hangin' On..

Kim Carnes- I'll Be There Where The Heart Is...

The Cars - Drive...

Taylor Dayne- Tell It To My Heart...

Willie Nelson - Just Breathe...

Willie Nelson - I'll Love You Till The Day I Die...

CC Catch - Cause You Are Young ..

Madonna - Like A Virgin...

Tina Turner - What's Love Got to Do with It...

Roy Orbison - Oh, Pretty Woman...

Dawn - Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree...

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell -Ain't No Mountain High Enough..

Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes Off You ....

Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive....

Demis Roussos- Goodbye My Love Goodbye...

Al Bano & Romina Power - Felicita...

Rupert Holmes - Escape...

George Moustaki - Le Métèque..

Gary Moore- Still got the Blues..

Chris Rea ..The Blue Cafe...

Laid Back - Sunshine Reggae..

Blondie - Heart Of Glass...

Paula Abdul - Straight Up..

Leif Garrett - I was made for dancing ...

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now ...

Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out Of My Head...

Sade - Smooth Operator ...

Annie Lennox ...A Whiter Shade of Pale...

Dido - Thank You...

Guns N' Roses - November Rain...

The Cars - Drive ....

Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights ..

.Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes ..Up Where We Belong...

Oceo...Evora.....

Suzi Quatro - Can The Can...

Middle Of The Road - Soley soley...

Middle of the Road - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep ...

Neil Sedaka ..Oh Carol...

The Chordettes - Never on Sunday & Lollipop...

Connie Francis : Never On A Sunday...

Harry Nilsson - Without You...

Eric Clapton - Have you ever loved a woman...

Barry White - Never never gonna give you up..

Jennifer Rush - The Power Of Love ..

Chicago - Hard To Say I'm Sorry...

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) ...

Cliff Richard -Lessons In Love...

Ritchie Valens - We Belong Together...

Procol Harum...A Whiter Shade Of Pale...

Perry Como - And I Love You So...

Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over ...

Gérard Lenorman - Michèle...

Daniel Popovic - Julie...

Johnny Logan - Whats another year ...

Mina - Mi Mandi Rose...

Chicago - You're The Inspiration...

Pat Boone - Love Letters In The Sand...

Marino Marini - Marina..

Desireless - Voyage Voyage...

The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun...

George Harrison - My Sweet Lord...

Bee Gees - Saved By The Bell...

Bee Gees - Massachusetts ...

Barbra Streisand -The Way We Were...

Kenny Loggins - Meet Me Half Way...

Esther Ofarim & Abi - Morning of my life ...

Esther Ofarim - El Condor Pasa ...

Gigliola Cinquetti -El Condor Pasa...

Sandie Shaw - Puppet On A String and Those Were The Days..

Lynn Anderson - Rose Garden...

Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes Off You...

Casablanca - As Time Goes By - Dooley Wilson...

Lulu - To Sir, With Love...

Donovan - Catch The Wind ...

Haddaway - What Is Love...

Helldorado - The Ballad Of Nora Lee..

Bobby Darin - Dream Lover...

Pat Boone -Speedy Gonzales...

Alain Barriere - Emporte Moi..

Alain Barrière - Tu...

Umberto Tozzi - Tu...

Michel Delpech - Pour un flirt...

Jeanette -Por qué te vas...

RIO BRAVO(1959) - John Wayne, Dean Martin, Ricky Nelson ve Walter Brennan...

Bee Gees - Massachusetts..

Kenny Rogers...LUCILLE...

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now...

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Masterpost of Song Comics Part I (A-K)

*Unfortunately, due to a peculiarity of tumblr, a post containing too many links will not have any of them function. Thus, the masterpost has been broken into two parts.*

Organized by musician alphabetically

Last updated on 07/18/2021

See Part II here: Masterpost of Homestuck Song Comics Part II (L-Z)

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down by absinthianlyunheroic

This is War - 30 Seconds to Mars by caffieneandcarpaltunnel

I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby - 3HO!3 by awildcale

Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy by irlmako

New Tomorrow - A Friend In London by maria-artz

Hand Over Mouth, Over and Over - A Lot Like Birds by binart

Skyfall - Adele by stormfather

Song of Healing - Adriana Figueroa by talkshitnojutsu

Everything Stays - Adventure Time by starchip-one

Kiss my Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep - AFI by 413art

Prelude 12/21 - AFI by toastyhat

Another Day - Air by chubsintubs

A Whole New World - Aladdin by copper-fish

Mercy Me - Alkaline Trio by brainbent

Hothouse - Aly & AJ by dristr

Evelyn, Evelyn - Amanda Palmer by p-pamda

Luck - The American Authors by timehwimeh

21 Guns - American Idiot Cast by jankyweeaboo

Pittsburgh - The Amity Affliction by anafigreen

Inevitable - Anberlin by suchirolle

Ready to Die - Andrew W. K. by askherroyalcondesce

The Age of Not Believing - Angela Lansbury by toastyhat

Director - The Antlers by gin-and-djinn

Kettering - The Antlers by cloudymew

My Mamma Said - Aqua by xamag-homestuck

Suburbs - Arcade Fire by porrim-maryam and collaborators

Wake Up - Arcade Fire by catprinx

We Used to Wait - Arcade Fire by drawingspecibus

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys by dacadaca

The Ballad Of Love And Hate - The Avett Brothers by umjulikins

Hey Brother - Avicii by esmeblaise

Wake Me Up - Avicii by a-vodka-mutini

Sail - AWOLNATION by theamazingzombiegirl

If I Die Young - The Band Perry by japhers

Memory - Barbra Strisand by toastyhat

Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney by chibigaia-art

Daniel in the Den - Bastille by tomato-bird

Pompeii - Bastille by maria-artz Broken

Pompeii - Bastille by toastyhat and oskarna

Above the Clouds of Pompeii - Bear’s Den by groveofsketches

Let it Be - Beatles by toastyhat

The Fool on the Hill - The Beatles by robotoucan

All the Pretty Little Horses - Becky Jean Williams by purplecalamity

Pieces of Sky - Beth Orton by awildcale

Sweet Dreams - Beyoncé by dacadaca

River Below - Billy Talent by kamdensl

Rusted from the Rain - Billy Talent by crispychocolate

Just a Game - Birdy by redwordsoncavewalls

Kill the Lights - The Birthday Massacre by xamag-homestuck

Red Stars - The Birthday Massacre by lord-caliborn and tricotee

These Days - The Black Keys by digitallyimpaired

In the End - Black Veil Brides by rinasart

Let it Be - Blackmill (feat. Veela) by awildcale

Bad Sun - The Bravery by crashtest-therapist

Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin by yukishii-chan

Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin by nevernoahh

Give Me a Sign - Breaking Benjamin by perceptur

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin by themockingcrows

First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes by usatoria

Can you feel my heart? - Bring me the horizon by domingoos and Yumegurren

Seeds - Brooke Fraser by anno-bannano Broken

Kodaline - Brother by zzpopzz

When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars by babynarwalshineyeyes

P.O.W. - Bullet for My Valentine by anafigreen

Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab by dawngyocry

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 1

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 2

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 3

The loneliest Girl - Carol and Tuesday by cassandraooc

Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens by thlange

Star Spangled Banner - Chase Holfelder by chillybuns

Between the Bars - Chris Garneau by roselalondee

Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by idontevenknow-anymore

Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by immabananana

Enter the Circus - Christina Aguilera by askinsanegamzee Broken

A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by angstyelf

A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by mari-victal

Burning Gold - Christina Perri by raspberrylemonhead

Fall - Cider Sky by nevernoahh

Falling (Demo) - The Civil Wars by zomdi

Safe and Sound - The Civil Wars by karaokekarkat

Hum - Clara C by nymphicus

3 Foot Tall - Classifed by kyrah-art

Summer Day - Coconut Records by kathysbrotherssister

Fondu au Noir - Coeur de Pirate by derperistical

Fix You - Coldplay by absinthianlyunheroic

Paradise - Coldplay by Moonpaw

The Scientist - Coldplay by ikimaru

Up with the Birds - Coldplay by the-rag-tag-earl

Viva la Vida - Coldplay by raspberrylemonhead

Viva La Vida - Coldplay by rozeart

Yellow - Coldplay by mariedisgrace

Young Volcanos - Coldplay by kawo-shin

Princess of China - Coldplay (feat. Rihanna) by sora-la

Chin Up - Copeland by vriskamidfangserket

Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows by hopelesslyblithe Broken

Crywank are posers - Crywank by p-666t

Thrice - Daedalus by foramen-magnum

Something About Us - Daft Punk by moxel

Something About Us - Daft Punk by yazzdonut

Emotion - Daft Punk (MissingNo remix) by doomzy

The Spine - Darren Korb (Transistor) by rose-ebottles Broken

Youth - Daughter by zelpixel

Raise Your Weapon - Deadmau5 by marintan

Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter by mcsiggy

Whisper - The Dear Hunter by prospt and collaborators

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by davsturdur

I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by inusushi

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by kawaiifarts

Bottom of the River - Delta Rae by wwhatevven

Perfect Insanity - Disturbed by vasheren

Just Be Friends (Instrumental) - Dixie Flatline by cheese3d Inspired by Litlte Red Riding Hood

Pity Dance - Dn Stith by jazzango

Venus Hum - Do You Want to Fight Me by shubbabang

Everything You Ever - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by thesassylorax

My Eyes - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by equiu5

Close Every Door - Donny Osmond by allegro-designs

Baby Mine - Dumbo by gayrupunzel

I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by arachnerdsgri

I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by themockingcrows

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran by janecrockeyre

Cosmic Castaway - Electrasy by themockingcrows

Telephone Line - Electric Light Orchestra by daily-beta

You are my Sunshine - Elizabeth Mitchell by the-rag-tag-earl

Goodnight Sweet Ladies - Emilie Autumn by amporasexual

Asleep - Emily Browning (originally by The Smiths) by joker-ace

O Come O Come Emmanuel - Enya by pseudocon

One for the Money - Escape the Fate by ikimaru

Follow the Sun - Evermore by ladygrit

Fever Dreamless - fadeintocase by peregr1ne

Centuries - Fall Out Boy by sixofclovers

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by etcterrayellowmoon

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by mari-victal

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by quiversarrow

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy by toastyhat

The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by i-am-a-riceball

The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by scarlettheknight

The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy by dopingues

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy by orangelemonart

Caught Like a Fly - Falling in Reverse by viria

Tragic Magic - Falling in Reverse by elasticitymudflap

Heavy Storm - First Aid Kit by moxel

Wolf - First Aid Kit by spooneaterarts

100 years - Five for Fighting by orangelemonart

Superman - Five for Fighting by grimbarke

Hurt Feelings - Flight of the Conchords by koroke

Rise - Flobots by lyricstuckbeatdown

Blinding - Florence + the Machine by collaborative

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by rosemaryserver

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by starkthirdeye

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by toastyhat

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine by greatbiglyricstuck

Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine by m0thboy

Girl With One Eye - Florence + the Machine by kingdomzombified

Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine by miraculoustang

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by dacadaca

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by nappotuna

Only If for a Night - Florence + the Machine by glueball

Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by fangirlinginleatherboots

Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by themockingcrows

Shake it Out - Florence + the Machine by cod-tier

Tear out my Tongue - Florence + the Machine by wheresmyhamlet

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + the Machine by colonoscolypseart

With an Axe - Foxy Shazam by oldshiel

Something Stupid - Frank and Nancy Sinatra by toastyhat

Some Nights - Fun. by greatbiglyricstuck

Mad World - Gary Jules by ahabsiconoclast

Mad World - Gary Jules by prospitheir and aze

Mad World - Gary Jules by synnesai

Where Everybody Knows Your Name - Gary Portnoy by calliotp

Child of Light - The Getaway Plan by dingohugs

It All Dies Anyway - The Gits by skittykitty55

Take Me Away - Globus by toastyhat and splickedylit

You’re the One That I Want - Grease by doodlebonez

Top of the World - Greek Fire by eggsand-santoast

Song of the Century - Green Day by babakinkin

Song of the Century - Green Day by delinked

Song of the century - Green Day by the-rogue-0f-light

Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk by striderprovider

Hard Knocks - Griffinilla and Alex Cole by colouredteapot

Colors - Hasley by innocuoussketches

Anything - Hedley by valeriannnn

The Unquiet Grave - Hellen McCrocry by madreamcanular

Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by flynnagan

Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by skittykitty55

Levitate - Hollywood Undead by anafigreen

SCAVA - Hollywood Undead by scarlettheknight

Temporal Shenanigans - Homestuck ost - Rachel Macwhirter by arachnerdsgrip:

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier by metaname

Take Me To Church - Hozier by sailerscrimshaw Broken

God Help the Outcasts - Hunchback of Notre Dame by velocitiestrumpet

The Court of Miracles - Hunchback of Notre Dame by moc-tod-ffuts-modnar

That’s Okay - The Hush Sound by porcupet

Where We Went Wrong - The Hush Sound by canni8al

Wine Red - The Hush Sound by zeborah

Volatile Times - IAMX by xamag-homestuck

Bad Karma - Ida Maria by margarethours

Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter

Demons - Imagine Dragons by muraokami Broken

Demons - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter

Fallen - Imagine Dragons by maria-artz Broken

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by abbiwhozit

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 1

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 2

Nothing Left to Say - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere

On Top of the World - Imagine Dragons by lickfoot

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by falloutboyonboy

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by rachelhungry

Thief - Imagine Dragons by mikimosh

Warriors - Imagine Dragons by turretsyndr0me

Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap by kingdomzelaybli

The Devil’s Carnival - In all My Dreams I Drown by artblogofminji

Don’t Stop - InnerPartySystem by spocktalia Broken

What We Will Never Know - InnerPartySystem by lets-lyricstuck

Cinders and Smoke - Iron & Wine by laughingandgrief

Walk the Moon - Iscariot by cissaisthisyou

The Weekend - Islands by daily-beta

R.I.P. Everyone - J.J. Demon by trickstercarlos

Fallin’ - Jake Bugg by awildcale

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz by impudentkid

I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young by asexualls Broken

Sufferer’s Final Sermon - jbriner by sketchloft

Be Thou My Vision - jbriner (originally a hymn) by mrdespondency

O Death - Jen Titus by canni8al

Oh Death - Jen Titus by artweaver5

If the World Should End - Jennifer Damiano by atrueenglishman

The Hanging Tree - Jennifer Lawrence by sixofclovers

Highwayman - Johnny Cash by toastyhat

What A Wonderful World - Joseph William Morgan ft. Shadow Royale by jayspants

The Stars - Jukebox the Ghost by innocuoussketches

Die Young - Ke$ha by gelasticat

[S] Ke$ha: Enter - Ke$ha (Die Young Remix by captaincrapster) by ket3

Because of You - Kelly Clarkson by timehost

Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson by karaokeoctoberkat

Britland City Theme - Kenashcorp by stormfather

Animals - Kids in Glass Houses by faun-songs

Dustland Fairytale - The Killers by spiritleaf

Mr. Brightside - The Killers by mlle-annette

Sam´s Town - The Killers by gei-may

Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers by toastyhat

I Will Never Forget - Kimya Dawson by moxel

All I Want - Kodaline by godtier8itch

#Homestuck #lyricstuck #song sets #masterlist #Song comics #song comic #homestucksongcomics

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Recover, Regroup, Roadtrip

Agent Dale Cooper disappeared in March 1989. The case is still open. Agent Dale Cooper disappeared in October 2016. The case is still open.

for @laughingpinecone /

/ @countdowntotwinpeaks‘ WONDERFULXSTRANGE 2021

“Diane, I am uncertain of the date and time, or indeed if such concepts have any meaning in this place. Nor do I have my recorder, but I find verbalizing my thoughts helps me to resist the confusion and lethargy. As for addressing my words to you, even though you’ll never hear them— well, old habits die hard.”

It pleased Wally Brando on a profound level to discover that a few pay-phones remained in Philadelphia, that reaching out was not yet the prerogative only of those who could afford a landline or a mobile. He could also have checked his email on a terminal at one of the city’s Public Libraries, and indeed, made a note to do so within the day so that he might catch up on the news of parents and former school friends. The pay phone was also blessed with both the yellow and the white pages, and the number he sought appeared under “F.” Getting transferred to Dr. Albert Rosenfield was a more complex quest, but he was persistent as well as polite, and after a few minutes he was able to speak to Dr. Rosenfield’s voice mail, if not the man himself.

He introduced himself with salutations, and was about the explain the nature of his request when a beep signalled that the allotted time had run out.

“To listen to your message, press one. To re-record your message, press two,” said the voice of the machine.

Silently cursing his volubility, Wally pressed two. This time he simplified the introduction, and asked if Dr. Rosenfield would be good enough to meet him that evening at the Morimoto Japanese restaurant not far from the FBI offices, to discuss a matter of deep concern connected, he believed, with the little town of Twin Peaks. When the beep came this time, he listened to his message and then, satisfied, hung up. The restaurant he’d named was slightly above his means, but he was meeting a friend of his godfather, and wanted to do justice to the occasion, even if the reason for it was one of peculiar anxiety to himself.

“Diane, I have tried so many times to escape— on the last attempt I really did get out into the world, but my plans, I fear, had dire repercussions for you, and to no end— my course still led me back to the Black Lodge. Some flaw in my own nature keeps trapping me in this loop; perhaps it’s what they sometimes call Saṃsāra.”

It was Agent Tammy Preston’s custom, when scraping the internet for information relevant to one or more recent cases, to check her email inbox every seven minutes— to do so every five minutes would disrupt the flow of her work, but ten-minute gaps might let something important go unanswered for too long. Just now the inbox was due another glance, and switching tabs she saw that two minutes earlier Director Bryson had replied to Tammy’s email of that morning with an invitation to come by her desk at her earliest possible convenience.

Tammy locked her screen, paused ‘Soft Fuzzy Man’ on her playlist and removed her headphones. Picking up the folder marked Missing Persons, 1989– Palmer, she slipped back into her pumps and made for Bryson’s office. The door was open but Tammy stopped at the threshold and rapped on the wall.

“Come in,” said Director Bryson, looking up from a folder. Bossa nova music played softly in the background as Tammy entered and pulled up a chair. It sometimes puzzled Tammy that apart from herself and Director Gordon Cole, no one in this particular division of the FBI seemed to have any interest in music recorded after 1979. (The first few times she’d heard ‘Du Hast’ pounding through the walls of Cole’s office, she’d wondered if this taste for metal was the result, or perhaps the cause, of his hearing loss; but after he’d joked to an unamused Agent Rosenfield about how these were difficult times and difficult times called for Dave Brubeck, she’d looked up the reference in case it was a coded message, and then the next day had overheard Gordon whistling ‘Mister Sandman,’ a song she knew primarily from an internet meme, at which point she concluded that the ear wants what it wants, regardless of demographic.)

“You told me you’d found some serious inconsistencies in the records surrounding Twin Peaks and the Palmer case?”

Tammy nodded, hesitated:

“I believe there may be inconsistencies as well in my own perceptions of the case.”

“Well now, that I find a little harder to believe.” Bryson smiled, but then her voice grew serious: “I’ve looked over the notes you made, and it confirms my own doubts about events.”

“Worse yet— the fact that I truly left the Lodge and then returned to it, will enable the beings that inhabit this place to take another twenty-five year turn in my likeness, unleashing even more evil on the world. The only thing stalling them is the doppelgänger I had MIKE make for the Jones family, but I don’t know if he’s still under the White Lodge’s protection.”

After all these months it still surprised Harry Truman there was so little physical pain, and so much boredom, to dying. Oh there’d been pain at the beginning, when he’d started treatment and had had to stop drinking; the memory of detoxing still made him shudder. But now he only felt a tiredness too huge for sleep to make any dent in it; and since he couldn’t sleep all the time, there were a great many hours during which all he could do was lie in the hospice bed or sit in one of the hospice chairs, and think.

At this point dying didn’t even sound so bad— it wasn’t like the past three decades had been all that great. He imagined going to sleep, just filling up a big bowl of silence and darkness and sinking into it, and then he felt bad for thinking that because Frank had already lost enough people without Harry lighting out too. Anyways, with the things he’d seen over the years he’d be a damn fool to think there was anything peaceful about death and whatever came after. So he’d lie awake trying to find some other topic to ponder, and that’s generally when the boredom set in.

Right now, courtesy of the nap he’d had in the afternoon after today’s treatment had left him especially exhausted, he was lying awake in the wee small hours. 3:52 am, said the clock on his bedside table beside the stack of paperbacks Frank had brought him on his visits— Harry wasn’t afraid of e-readers the way Lucy was of cellular phones, but he found the smell of paper comforting. It reminded him of the Bookhouse. The hospice tended to smell of disinfectants and sweat and soup. The food actually wasn’t as bad as the food at the hospital in Twin Peaks used to be, not that any food could be as bad as the hospital food in Twin Peaks used to be, but it made no difference to Harry, whose appetite had been gone for months. Frank always brought a slice of Norma’s pie too, carefully sealed in an old cookie tin to keep it fresh, but Harry could never manage more than a couple of bites, and they didn’t always stay down.

Being awake in the middle of the night in a hospice wasn’t as bad as being awake in the middle of the night when you were alone at home— the occasional voices or footsteps from the corridors beyond were reminders that whatever might be happening to Harry, life went on for the staff; and the lights from the city outside showed that life went on for others outside the hospice walls. When he’d first arrived, those city lights had made it hard to sleep, but now they substituted for the starry sky above Twin Peaks. There were fewer birds to watch in the city, though sparrows, pigeons or a starling sometimes lit on the ledge outside his window and peered in at him, or maybe at their own reflections. The frequent rain pattering against the glass— well, that sounded the same here as it did in a cabin.

Frank had called to tell him about Margaret Lanterman. Harry sometimes wondered if he should have stayed in Twin Peaks and died in his own home like her, instead of lingering in this hospice like the doomed heroine of some nineteenth-century novel. Or like Annie Blackburn. Or Audrey Horne.

The rain was spattering now against Harry’s window, bending the light from the Japanese stone lantern in the pocket-sized garden below. Harry couldn’t remember what the hospice building looked like from the outside, but he guessed it was similar in style to the mid-century one next door where the day-patients came for their treatments. A flash silhouetted the roofline; five seconds later came the thunder-crack. Harry settled back and closed his eyes.

Sleep pulled him into dreams of an espresso machine, like the one in the coffee place down in the lobby next to the gift shop for visitors. This machine filled a whole room, metal pipes feeding back on themselves like some kind of espressouroboros, neither steam nor coffee escaping from the grotesque contraption. Agent Cooper stood wearily before it with two empty coffee-cups. Harry was just wondering who the second cup was for, when Coop looked up and met his eyes:

“What year is this?!”

Harry sat up in bed, listened intently for two full minutes, but he didn’t hear Coop’s voice again. He sighed. Sometimes the mind pulls imaginary sounds out of the background noise. False pattern recognition or something— Coop would have known a word for it. Harry had little hope left they’d ever find Cooper, or if they did, that he’d still be the man he’d known. Yet he’d carried on, more (he told himself) out of habit than any real hope. He’d kept in touch with Agent Rosenfield, even when it meant letting him know about the cancer— not that Albert would blab the secret to anyone in Twin Peaks.

“Hello?”

“Good, you’re still alive.” Albert’s personality hadn’t mellowed with the years, exactly, but familiarity had worn the edges off his jibes.

“Shut up, Albert. So what have you found?” Albert’s calls generally came every three months, but never at nine in the morning, and he’d last spoken to Harry only two weeks back. Something important must have happened.

“Actually, Sheriff Truman, I’m the one coming to you for information.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, it’s not easy to do investigations from a hospital bed. What can I tell you that you can’t get from other sources?”

“I need you to summarize the Laura Palmer case back in 1989, and the actions of Agent Cooper in Twin Peaks at that time.”

“Albert, is this one of your damn cognitive tests? You already know—”

“We’re both too tired to argue, just humor me.”

“How detailed do you want?”

“An outline will suffice.”

Harry took a deep breath and briefly listed the finding of Laura’s body, and the living but dazed and injured Ronnette, and the arrival of Agent Dale Cooper to lead the investigation. He skimmed over the crimes of Jacques Reneault and some of the other peripheral drama that had occurred in the town around that time, noted that Leland Palmer had murdered his own daughter, albeit while not fully himself, and was beginning to recount Cooper’s temporary suspension and Windom Earle’s campaign of terror, when Albert interrupted:

“You’ve still got the unofficial version, then.”

“Unofficial?”

“According to FBI records and your colleagues at the Twin Peaks Sheriff’s Office, Laura Palmer is an unsolved missing-person case.”

Harry began to feel sick.

“Goddammit, Albert, you did the autopsy. I punched you and you fell across her body. You found a broken poker chip in her stomach—” Albert broke in:

“I hadn’t disclosed that detail to anybody I’ve questioned about this.” His voice was a little shaky. “Listen, Harry,” he continued. “Last Friday I was contacted by a young man wearing motorcycle leathers and talking like Jack Kerouac on quaaludes.”

“Wally.”

“Naturally I supposed him to be from your iodine-deficient neck of the woods even before he introduced himself as your godson and the offspring of those lieutenants of yours. He told me he’d come because he wasn’t sure where else to turn. Apparently he keeps in touch with his parents as he rides across the continent, but in their most recent conversation he’d noticed their memories of certain events had become confused. I was about to tell him I wasn’t the least bit surprised, when he added that he’d checked with other townsfolk, including your brother, and they all seemed to have had the same— how’d he put it? ‘The walls of their memory painted over like a childhood bedroom converted to a study.’”

”That sounds like Wally, all right.”

”Eventually he got round to explaining why he’d come to me. The message that had prompted him to call home was from Lucy; she said she’d shot a suspect who was attacking your brother Frank. She’d also mentioned some FBI agents arriving a few minutes later.”

Harry swallowed. He tried to imagine Lucy shooting anyone:

“Frank never said anything about this.”

“And when Wally called home, Andy and Lucy not only denied it had happened, they had no idea what he was talking about, not that I’d guess that to be an unusual state of affairs. Anyway, after I sent your godson away, I began to have contradictory memories myself of what Cooper had told me about the case. I remembered the poker chip after waking in the middle of the night from the worst dreams I’d had since medical school. I’ve been telling myself it was a false memory, maybe a composite of all the young female murder victims I’ve had to examine in my career, but I told myself I’d make one more phone call, just to check. And now you confirm it. Also, in my recall you knocked me across Leo Johnson’s body. Thanks for the correction. Are you still there?”

“Yes,” Harry answered, glad he was already sitting on his bed.

“Now that that’s established,” said Albert’s voice on the other end of the phone: “here’s the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question: when do you remember Agent Cooper disappearing?”

“March 1989.” Harry tried to keep his voice steady, as though he was giving evidence in court. He briefly explained about the Black Lodge and Coop’s reappearance and unsettling behaviour and how he’d checked himself out of the hospital and was never heard from again. There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. “Are you still there, Albert?”

“According to FBI records and, up until two days ago, my own memories: Coop disappeared this past October while driving to Odessa, Texas for a case. The last record of him was a credit-card charge at a motel just outside the city.”

“What was he investigating in Odessa?”

“Missing person. I’ve tried looking into that case, but it seems to be a dead end, especially since Coop never seems to have arrived at the diner where the man he was looking for had allegedly been running drugs.”

“Sounds like the kind of establishment where nobody’d admit anything. Maybe Coop did get to the diner.”

“Gee, you’ve cracked it Sheriff, we would never have thought of that. The diner was old-school, but not so old-school they didn’t have a security camera trained on the front counter. We went over three days worth of footage. I admit we can’t be sure he didn’t slip in through the back for some reason; but you knew Coop— can you honestly picture him entering a diner and not ordering a coffee?”

“Not the Coop I knew, but— I already told you he was acting pretty erratically just before he took off.”

Harry heard Albert sigh.

“I’ve been checking with a few of my colleagues who were involved in the original Palmer investigation. I think Gordon knows something, but being Gordon he’s saying nothing, and as loudly as possible. Denise— Director Bryson, now— remembers the unofficial version, and according to her so does Agent Preston— oh right, you never met Agent Tammy Preston, the poker-faced glamazon computer hacker— I’m not sure she was even born yet in 1989, but she was on a case in Twin Peaks in October 2016, and during the course of the subsequent paperwork, she started noticing a lot of records and statements didn’t match up, and then she realized her own memories didn’t match up. Which brings up another problem with trying to reason this out by conventional methods: something in that Salem’s Pacific-Northwest Lot of yours is rewriting memories, documents, maybe the facts themselves. But so far it’s predominantly affected the people who were on the spot this past October.” Albert’s voice rasped a little from the long phone call, and he paused to clear his throat. “Unfortunately, that also means the people most likely to remember the original version of events are people who weren’t in the Sheriff’s Office during the incident that seems to have triggered the change. At the risk of sounding like one of those bullshit shows on the History Channel, we may never know exactly what happened that night.”

“Wait, what even was the case that brought you all back in 2016?”

“That’s the problem— I’m one of the people who was there, and I only have vague and disconnected memories of a British man with a gardening glove, the chorus of Guys and Dolls, Agent Cooper leaving the room with Diane, his secretary who quit the FBI decades ago, and Gordon, and only Gordon coming back.” Albert paused again. “It goes against my personal feelings and medical opinions, but would you be willing to let me visit you in person? I’ve some vacation time and enough frequent-flyer miles that the trip will probably cost less than the long-distance charges if we continue this conversation.”

Harry opened the drawer of his bedside table and took out the key to Coop’s old hotel room:

“Yeah, come by.”

“Diane, I am currently alone. I realize that statement implies that I’m not always alone here, and indeed I sometimes have a companion, who I still think of as Laura Palmer, though I don’t know if that’s her identity anymore; I’d hoped, after my last attempt, that Laura would no longer be in this place at all. She comes and goes, or perhaps we both come and go and our orbits occasionally intersect. I’ve tried to find some pattern to it, but with no reliable way to measure time, I’ve had little success.

The last time we met she told me about a room she hadn’t seen before, all white walls, in which a dark-haired woman was contemplating a mirror with a puzzled look. I can’t help but feel this parallels my own situation.”

“Frank sent me this last month. But when I thanked him the next time he called, he didn’t seem to know what I was talking about.” Albert hesitated before taking the room key:

“Great Northern Hotel,” he read, turning it over. “Twin Peaks. Isn’t the front desk going to want this back?”

“Unless I miss my guess, it’s from 1989 when Coop was staying there.”

Albert’s ears stuck out more noticeably, or perhaps it was his face that was thinner. He’d spent the first part of his visit scrutinizing Harry and questioning him about his case and what the doctors were doing for it, until Harry told him to quit it or he’d run out of time to discuss Coop’s disappearance before visiting hours ended, and anyway weren’t Albert’s patients usually dead to begin with?

The trouble with the subsequent discussion was that it went in a circle— the people who’d been present for the 2016 Unknown Event had uncertain memories of what had actually happened; and the people who clearly recalled the 1989 Palmer case as a murder hadn’t been present for the Unknown Event. The one thing that seemed likely was that there was some connection between the 1989 case and the 2016 case, particularly since both had been followed by the unsolved disappearance of one Agent Dale Cooper.

“I hate to say it, Albert, but I’ve given up hope on ever finding Coop.”

“What’s hope got to do with it?” Albert asked. His tone was not sarcastic.

“Diane, I’ve decided that, if only to keep my mind occupied, I will go looking for the white room and the woman with the mirror. I’d feel happier if I had a ball of twine or some breadcrumbs to leave as a trail back to the waiting room, but I’m coming to terms with the idea that’s there’s no advantage to remaining or returning here— it’s not as if I need food or drink in this place, and I cannot be any more lost than I already am.

So far, I believe I’ve walked down five identical red-curtained hallways, and turned left five times. It therefore seems likely that I’m following a counterclockwise, roughly spiral path, although I’m uncertain if I’m proceeding inwards or outwards.”

“If this search is going to require juggling two sets of memories, then I’d better come along so you don’t get brainwashed again.”

“Sheriff Truman, if you haven’t noticed by now, you’re in a cancer hospice.”

“I just finished a round of treatments, I’ve got a couple of weeks free.” Albert snorted and Harry added: “You can monitor my health while we’re on the road.”

“I’m already thinking of your health. You’re immunocompromised, travel is too risky.”

“We’re crossing a few state lines, not going to the other side of the world.”

Albert pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Fine. I’m driving. Which also means I get to choose the music.”

In fact, they went most of the way by plane, after Albert weighed the odds and decided five hours in a tube of recycled air would still be easier on Harry than a two-day road trip. Some of the passengers threw suspicious looks at Harry’s N95 mask, but they’d cleared it in advance with the airline, and Harry had briefly removed it when he went through TSA, and Albert was prepared to flash his FBI badge, but the flight crew were understanding.

They picked up a car at Midland International. Someone, presumably an employee of the car-rental company, had left a bundle of tourist-attraction pamphlets on the front passenger seat.

“According to these, Odessa has replicas of the Globe Theatre and Stonehenge,” Harry observed once he’d got himself settled.

“Why?” Albert asked.

“Got me there. The pamphlets don’t explain the motivation.”

Albert reached up and pulled down the car’s sunshade on Harry’s side, though the Sheriff insisted his cowboy hat was protection enough for his pale scalp:

“We’re not in the northwest where it rains every fifteen minutes,” he muttered, “and I’ve been looking up the side effects of your meds— you sunburn easily now.” Albert’s driving skirted the city, and they did not pass the Globe or Stonehenge.

The Pearblossom Motel, last recorded location of Agent Cooper, proved to be closed down. They’d noticed the papered-over windows as they pulled up, the sign unlit, not even to say NO VACANCY, but Albert got out to knock anyway. Harry watched him from the car; eventually he clambered out and slowly walked over to join him.

Albert was peering through a spot where the paper had torn away behind the window-glass. He stepped aside for Harry, and the sheriff took a look into the motel’s dim interior. He saw an ordinary, rather old-fashioned registration office, wood-grain panelling on the walls along with a few faded posters for local attractions. Rows of keys still hung on a board behind the desk, and a daily calendar read October 15, presumably the date the motel had closed, or the approximate date— Harry could imagine a concierge might not bother to keep tearing off the pages if they knew it was their last week on the job.

“I now realize that despite everything, I’ve still been harbouring hopes of finding my way back to the waiting room, hence my continual choosing of left-hand turns, as if attempting to mathematically navigate a maze. I must make a true leap of faith if intuition is to guide me, so I’ve closed my eyes and spun around several times in this corridor, first clockwise and then counterclockwise.

Now that I no longer can tell which direction I’ve come from… Diane, can you hear that? Of course you can’t, I don’t really have my tape recorder. I’m going to fall silent and listen for a bit.”

There seemed little else of interest at the motel (Harry, feeling a bit silly, had even tried the Great Northern’s room key on all the doors), so they turned back towards Odessa to look for the diner Cooper had been investigating. The motel was only a mile behind when they saw, ahead of them, a tall woman walking along the highway, her fire-engine-red hair, black t-shirt and pencil skirt out of place in a locale that was rural to the point of emptiness. Albert swore under his breath.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” he told Harry. “Roll down your window, I’m pulling over.” But the woman only threw a glance at the car as it slowed, flipped them the bird, and kept walking, though she stepped gingerly and Harry noticed she was barefoot on the asphalt. Albert leant across him and stuck his head out the window:

“Diane!”

“Fuck off, guys. I’m not Diane, and whoever she is I bet she’d tell you the same.” Harry gently pushed Albert back and leant out the window himself:

“Sorry, ma’am, mistaken identity. Are you all right though? I see you’ve mislaid your shoes.”

“Looks like somebody ran off with them,” the woman answered, her tone mocking despite the tired set of her shoulders. “I haven’t been up to anything illegal, officer. Just a bit of fooling around.”

“We can give you a ride into town,” Harry offered. “If it helps, you’ll be alone in the back seat— means you can get the drop on us if you start to feel nervous.”

The woman narrowed her eyes at the offer, then abruptly barked out a laugh and opened the back door of the car, took a seat and folded her long legs in after her. “Only because I need a lift,” she insisted, rubbing her bare feet. “I knew office romances were a bad idea, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it. Nothing to do now but go home and drown my sorrows in Hallowe’en candy.”

“You’ve still got candy left over from Hallowe’en?” In the mirror above the dashboard, Harry saw Albert raise an eyebrow and the woman in the back seat frowned, insulted:

“No! I may not have a maternal bone in my body, but I’m not going to give the trick-or-treaters candy that’s a year old.”

“Ma’am,” Harry asked, thinking about the calendar back in the Pearblossom Motel office, “what date d’you think it is?”

“Mid-October,” she began. Harry saw her reach into her purse with her black-and-white nails and pull out a mobile phone. Her eyes widened at the date: “No, it’s March. The fuck?—” She ran a hand through her scarlet hair. Harry wondered if it was dyed or a wig. Perhaps she was bald too. “Must be losing it. I was so sure it was October. And it’s not like I’ve could’ve been wandering around this desert for five months.” She tapped her phone screen. “5,230 messages?!” She looked frightened now, raising her head to meet their gaze in the mirror. “Where the hell have I been? And you guys— you’re feds, aren’t you?”

“No,” Harry began.

“I am,” said Albert. “He’s not.”

“Well, can you tell me what’s going on? Or is it classified? God, it’s not aliens, is it? I always assumed alien conspiracies were bullshit to cover up real conspiracies.”

“It’s probably not aliens,” Harry answered, unable to keep doubt from his voice as he remembered Major Briggs, “but I afraid it’s not going to sound any less weird.”

“To start with, we’re in the area investigating a colleague who disappeared in October,” began Albert, “and then you turn up, apparently amnesiac since that date.”

“And with my messages unchecked since then.”

“Yes, but there’s another detail— you look exactly like a former colleague of mine who was close to our missing man. That’s why I called you Diane when I slowed down.”

“I need a smoke.”

“No.”

“Albert,” Harry interrupted, “I’ve already got cancer, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Do you want me to answer that in detail?”

“No I don’t.” Harry turned to look over his shoulder at the woman in the back: “Just roll down your window first.”

“We’ll pull over and she can step away from the car,” said Albert.

He stopped on a shoulder, and their passenger got out and lit a cigarette. Examining the packet, she called to them:

“Three left. That’s fewer than I remember having on me in October, but not by much.” Albert, meanwhile, had pulled a shopping bag from the back seat:

“You should eat something,” he said to Harry, producing a sealed cup of applesauce and a box of plastic spoons. Between rounds of treatment, Harry’s nausea receded, but his appetite was still pretty weak. “There’s saltine crackers, too.” Harry chuckled in spite of himself as he tore the foil off the applesauce:

“This all makes me feel like I’m home from school with the ‘flu.”

“You’ll have to watch Roadrunner cartoons on your own phone, I’m not paying for the data,” Albert snapped.

“I’m surprised we even get reception out here.” The red-haired woman had strolled back to the car with her cigarette, though she took care to stay downwind from Harry’s rolled-down window. “Guys, is it just me or is this highway really deserted— like, Rod-Serling-voiceover deserted?”

“We were just thinking Roadrunner cartoons.”

“Can’t be, there’s no weird rocks.” She flicked ash onto the pavement, “Though it does feel like if someone painted a tunnel entrance on a wall around here, you might be able to drive into it. If you weren’t a coyote.” She took another drag and glanced at the power lines humming above their heads. “Maybe it’s the hum from those wires that’s giving us brain cancer— oh sorry, dude.” She broke off and looked at Harry in apology.

“It’s all right, ma’am,” he said when he’d finished swallowing his mouthful of applesauce. “I’ve got leukaemia, not brain cancer. And the sound from those lines is unpleasant. Like the whine of mosquitoes in the woods.” As he spoke the hum intensified, becoming a loud crackle. Albert glanced up as a shadow fell over the three travellers and their car.

In the sky a dark, nebulous shape twisted, circled, formed a comma or an apostrophe, and dove towards them.

The first few grackles, out of thousands, came down on the roof and hood of the car. Harry could see one pecking at the windscreen and glaring at him with hard yellow eyes. He suddenly remembered Coop had been afraid of birds; until now, he’d never been able to imagine why. He turned and pushed open the back door as the woman dove inside the vehicle. Around them, the flock blotted out the landscape.

“Hope they don’t scratch up the finish,” Albert shouted over the sound of wing-beats, “or I’m not getting my deposit back.”

“Is this nesting season? I mean, are the grackles round here normally this—”

“Oh fuck, one got in!” came a yell from the back seat. Eardrums ringing, Harry turned to see a small black shape ricocheting around the car’s interior as the woman flailed her long, bare arms. The grackle made for the gap between Albert’s seat and headrest.

And got stuck, its beak not quite touching the back of Albert’s neck.

Harry reached for the little feathered body, thinking of how to pin the wings against the bird’s sides to avoid injury to it or the surrounding humans, but the moment his fingers touched it, it crumbled. At the same time the din outside the car ceased.

“That— that’s not natural.” Their passenger was covering her mouth with her hand. Even Albert looked shocked. Harry stared at the palmful of ash that was all that was left of the grackle.

“Let me get a sample bag,” Albert muttered. He pulled out a small clear plastic bag, and held it out while Harry poured the remains in. Then he handed him a packet of wet wipes. “You all right, Diane?” The woman in the back seat did not correct him on the name this time.

“Couple of scratches,” she said, examining her right arm. Albert passed her a mini first-aid kit. Got to give him his dues, he prepares for everything, thought Harry, adjusting the brim of his cowboy hat.

“Y’know,” he said, “This could be a good sign. In that it’s any kind of sign. There’s nothing worse than working in the dark, waiting for some hint you’re getting warmer or colder— that’s the kind of thing makes you wonder if the thing you’re looking for is even out there at all. But this—”

“Someone tipped their hand, you mean, when they tried throwing a Hitchcock movie in our faces,” Albert cut in. “But what exactly did we do to worry them?” His glance, and Harry’s, moved to the dashboard mirror’s reflection of their passenger.

“You think the birds were after me, or wanted to break up our merry band?” She raised an eyebrow. “Trouble is I know a token effort when I see one.”

“Or a warning.”

“We found the Pearblossom Motel;” Harry thought he saw the woman flinch at the name. “And then left it, to head for Odessa.”

“Are you suggesting we drive around in circles and see if they attack again?” Albert muttered.

“I think that’d be a little unfair to our passenger.” Harry turned to her: “Ma’am, I believe Albert when he says he knows you; but I also believe you when you say you don’t remember him. We can drop you anywhere you like— your call.”

“Give me a few minutes, fellas. Given all the weird shit I’ve just been through, I’ve got to think about whether I’m safer away from you two, or sticking close by. Plus I’ve got messages to check.” She took her phone out again. Without taking his eyes off the road, Albert pulled his own phone from his suit jacket, passing it to Harry:

“You’d better check mine. Maybe Tammy’s got some news—she’s been looking up everyone connected with events in Twin Peaks, but not living in the area. She even emailed some couple in Japan, though I’m still not sure what they’ve got to do with this.”

Harry peered at Albert’s phone screen, occasionally commenting if something looked to be of interest:

“Gordon’s sent a grudging OK, tells you to be careful. Also tells you to look after me. I’d always imagined he’d type in uppercase— didn’t realize it was him at first. Hm. Do you know a coroner?”

“I know lots of coroners, we get together for an annual poker tournament and lucky draw. And when I say draw…”

“Do you know a Dr. Talbot in Buckhorn?” Harry interrupted. “Autopsied a headless body last September that turned out to be Major— wait, he— is this one of those revised timeline things?”

“Not exactly.” Albert brought Harry up to date as best he could on Major Briggs’ disappearance and decades-later reappearance. “I certainly remember meeting Constance,” he added, after a pause, and cleared his throat again. “According to Tammy, I made a favourable impression on her, which is… unusual among my acquaintances, even those who share my profession. So what does she have to say?”

“Something about a wedding ring and Schrödinger’s Cat?” Harry looked at the message again. “She says Tammy spoke to her, and was going to contact you too… a gold ring they found on Briggs… sorry, in Briggs… keeps disappearing from her office’s records and the FBI’s evidence files, then coming back again?”

Albert frowned in thought as he drove: “Does it have anything engraved on it?” Harry tapped a message on the phone screen, CC-ing Constance and Tammy.

Outside the car, suburbs, or at least car dealerships and big-box stores, were beginning to sprout up along the highway.

Albert’s phone pinged and Harry read the message from Constance:

“Yes, scribbled it down last time I could find the record. This ring any (wedding) bells? TO DOUGIE, WITH LOVE, JANEY-E”

“Janey-E,” said Diane from the back seat, and Harry heard her drop her phone. Turning around he saw her wringing her hands, the nails now robin’s-egg blue. “Albert,” she gasped, “Oh, Albert, I was almost lost again.”

“I believe the change in method may have led to a breakthrough: I haven’t found any rooms leading off of the corridor I’m following, but the decor has gradually changed from black-and-white flooring and red curtains, to dark brown linoleum flooring and institutional green walls hung with large relief maps of different parts of the world. The maps appear to have been manufactured some time between 1954 and 1965, as they show North and South Vietnam as separate nations. I’m just passing the continent of Antarctica, now, and… oh. I think there might be…

Diane, I found the white room, and when I call it that, I’m not simply echoing Laura’s name for it. It was like a cross between a sanatorium and a snow cave, if a snow cave had furniture. There was a bed with white blankets and a white metal frame like a hospital bed. Audrey was sitting on one end of it, wrapped in a white bathrobe and looking at a round mirror that stood on a little white table. She turned as I entered, and her face was older, drawn and, for a moment, frightened. Then she looked at me again and relaxed, saying ‘Oh, it’s really you.’ I fear she must have met one of my nastier doppelgängers at some point.”

At Diane’s request, they stopped to eat at a fast-food chain before approaching the diner Coop had been investigating in at least one timeline.

“I’m hungry, but I’d be too nervous to eat at the place where Dale might have… well, if they’re a front for something, then the food’s either spectacular or terrible, and I’m not feeling lucky right now. I want to be someplace as bland and mundane as possible for a while, so I can regroup.”

“Well this place has a twenty-minute limit.” Albert jerked his thumb at the sign.

“That’ll do.” Diane curled up beside Harry in the booth as Albert went up to the counter to place their orders. She still wore her pencil skirt, but on on of their stops she’d purchased tennis shoes and a couple of fresh t-shirts— the one she was wearing at the moment read NOT TODAY in flowery letters. “Now he’s got two of us to worry about,” she said under her breath. Harry decided to reply:

“Someone needs to worry about him.” Diane nodded, and Harry offered his hand: “Sorry, we never did the proper introductions did we? Harry S. Truman.”

“I know.” Her expression relaxed slightly. “I see why he likes you.”

“Not sure Albert likes anybody, exactly—”

“That’s not who I was talking about.”

Albert returned with a eye-searingly-orange plastic tray:

“Mushroom burger, cheeseburger, buttered biscuit for you, Harry, because they can’t just serve toast like a real restaurant and those things they claim are bagels are made out of lies.”

“Don’t worry Albert, I’ll survive a biscuit.” Harry picked up one half of the baked item and took a bite. It wasn’t too bad, actually.

“Diane, the ring that jogged your memory—”

“My half-sister and her husband. Don’t ask me how they’d be mixed up in this though, Janey-E’s aggressively normal.”

“And her husband?”

“Never actually met him. Janey-E and I don’t talk much,” she explained. “But from her comments he’s… passively normal. Works for an insurance company, drinks too much sometimes, the whole man-in-the-gray-flannel-suit thing.”

“I’ve been talking with Audrey, or the version of her that existed in the white room. You’ll notice I use the past tense. Still sitting on the bed, she raised a finger and pointed to the mirror in front of her, saying:

‘The other me— she ran away from home, like she thought Laura had done. I’m amazed she survived her first year in the big city, but look:’

Diane, I saw Audrey searching records online, tailing suspects, testifying in civil and sometimes criminal courts. It’s a life that can make a cynic of the kindest soul, but there are situations the police don’t or can’t investigate, and those were— are, I suppose— Audrey’s bread and butter, in that mirror world. And they seem to pay well enough she can afford to do some pro bono cases.

‘I wish I were out there,’ she said, and the mirror clouded and shifted. She patted the bedspread, and I sat down beside her. ‘You know how,’ she began, ‘when you’re a kid, and you’re reading your favourite book, and a little after the halfway point, you start to think ‘I’m getting near the end of the book?’ And really, you’re not— there are pages and pages left of scenes and pictures. You’re always surprised just how much more there is. But it’s not enough to shake the feeling it’s putting off the inevitable. Dawdling before bedtime.’ She stood up suddenly, bent and kissed me on the brow. ‘Say hello to the other me, if you ever run into her.’ And then she was gone, Diane. Not in flame or fadeout, just gone.”

I look up, and Laura is beside me.

The diner, when they found it, was not what Harry’d pictured. Instead of a lonely Edward Hopper tableau, or a grimy spoon where toughs whispered to each other along the lunch counter and cast knowing glances in the direction of the men’s room, “Wispy Dreams Cafe” was a blandly cheerful donut shop, the logo rather obviously altered from that of a national chain.

“Looks like they’re under new management.” Diane observed as they got out of the car. “Or else they got tired of paying for the franchise?” The three of them made their way across the parking lot the cafe shared with the landscaping company next door. Inside, the sound of chattering customers and a hum from the coffee machine both soothed and overwhelmed. Harry steadied himself against a gleaming, cream-colored formica counter. The woman on the other side— not a fresh-faced high-school senior or a kindly-faced matron, just a woman with her hair in a ponytail and circles under her eyes, doing her best to smile— threw him a glance and Harry nodded.

“I’m ok. Albert, Diane, what do you two want?”

A couple of minutes later, they sat by the window, feigning interest in their donuts and coffee.

“Well, we’re living the cop cliché,” whispered Albert. “So, what do you think? Soulless suburban hangout, or den of villainy?”

Harry gingerly sipped the brew in his cardboard cup and eyed the other customers. You couldn’t say the place wasn’t busy; the woman at the counter had already served a family of four in the time it had taken Harry, Albert and Diane to seat themselves with their coffees, and another customer had just come in the door.

“That counter’s been installed recently. Deep-fat fryer’s been replaced too.”

“And they don’t know how to use it yet. You could wax skis with these donuts. That’s hardly a crime, though.” Diane looked around at the blue and yellow walls painted with large trompe l’oeil sprinkles. “Doesn’t seem to be anything else funny about the place— I hate to say it but this place might be legit.”

Harry watched the new customer lean in to the counter. Harry couldn’t quite make out what he was saying— presumably the man was placing his order, but it seemed to be taking a while and there was something tense in the woman’s expression. Beside him he heard Diane swear under her breath, and faster than he could turn his head, his peripheral vision took in that she was getting up. She strode towards the counter and Harry had a glimpse of the angry red scratch on her arm as he struggled to his feet.

Diane was leaning on the counter now, trying to insert herself between the customer and the worker.

“What did you just say to her?” she was asking.

“Look, I come in here all the time, we joke around. What makes you think it’s your fucking business?”

“What seems to be the trouble?” Harry loomed up behind the customer— he might have only half his usual strength but he was still a good six inches taller than the other man. Behind him, he guessed, Albert was approaching. Harry knew the agent was unwilling to use physical force and not exactly skilled at defusing situations through diplomacy, so he turned his gaze on the customer with all the quiet confidence he’d used as Sheriff. In his ear Diane hissed:

“It’s nothing to do with the case, this asshole’s just creeping on the staff.” She must’ve locked eyes with the man too, for he was staring at her now, his bland pink features shifting expression from anger to terrified fascination.

Rather an unimpressive face, thought Harry, and then, what’s Diane doing? He turned to look at her sharp, smiling profile, and saw a tear slide from her eye.

“No,” she said loudly and abruptly, and blinked hard. “Do you want us to escort him out?” she asked the woman behind the counter; but the man was already out the door and running for his car.

“Diane,” Harry whispered.

“Diane,” whispered Albert. Diane was passing one hand across her eyes.

“I could have fried him. Just now. Something wanted me to; but I just wanted him to back off.” She beamed at them as Albert held out an arm for her to steady herself. “I think I’m back to normal. Well, normal for me.”

“Are we the only two left here now?”

“I’m not even here anymore.”

“I don’t know how to get back to the waiting room.”

“It doesn’t matter, the coffee’s cold.”

Somehow, the white room has become even more featureless, despite that being both a logical and a grammatical impossibility. Only the bed, the table and Audrey’s mirror remain. A moment in the glass catches my eye, and I look to see— oh Diane, I’m so glad you escaped! I see you travelling with Albert, and… oh, Harry…

…the cafe’s fluorescent lights flickered as the background hum, noticeable since their arrival, now rose to an ear-splitting volume then died away just as suddenly. As the three of them looked on, an old-fashioned hospital bed, its steel frame painted white, materialized between the counter and the booths, replacing two unoccupied tables. At one end of it sat Agent Dale Cooper, fully dressed in his suit and tie, a look on his face of mild surprise that turned to the familiar joy as his gaze met theirs. Coop had grown older like the rest of them, sharper angles in his face, but he looked hale and well, and his eyes did not have the cruel gleam that chilled Harry’s memories of their last meeting.

“Harry,” he said, as though a quarter-century hadn’t passed. In response Harry silently doffed his cowboy hat, revealing his pallor, his naked scalp. Coop’s smiled wavered a little. “I’m sorry I was gone so long,” he whispered, and rose from the white bed. In the background, the cafe staff and patrons continued to chat and serve and drink and eat coffee and donuts as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on right in front of them. Albert made a hesitant noise in his throat and Coop raised his hand in that just a moment gesture he always used to make, and in that moment Harry knew his friend really was back from wherever he’d been all those years.

“Apologies for being brusque,” Coop said, “but there’s a family in Las Vegas who I’ve reason to believe are in danger right now—”

“Janey-E?” Diane asked.

“Right on the button. For personal reasons which I’ll explain later, I can’t get in touch with them myself. The Mitchell brothers might be able to help, but I don’t know how much they’ll be able to recall of our last meeting.”

“Tammy and Constance are already on it.”

“Good,” Coop looked relieved, and Harry stepped forward, shaking a little in spite of himself, and as if the motion had at last given him permission, Coop sailed forward and embraced him— very gently, as if he feared Harry might break. He’s gauging by touch how much weight I’ve lost, thought Harry, but it’s all right. He’d forgotten how warm Coop was. He became aware of Albert and Diane joining in, arms circling his shoulders and Coop’s. If I died right here and now, it’d be all right.

But this embrace was not an epitaph, or an epilogue. Outside, somewhere else in the city, was an imitation of an ancient stone monument; and a copy of an old theatre where real audiences watched real actors. Somewhere the forces that had sent the dark cloud of grackles prepared another attack, and somewhere Tammy Preston was moving to protect Janey-E and Dougie Jones. Elsewhere Audrey Horne walked the mean streets and was not herself mean. This was an interlude, but let them have it for a while.

A couple of patrons turned their heads to smile at the reunion going in their midst.

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