On his way out Mr. Love Jr. came upon Ukifune, who had returned to Petropavlovsk from Mexico to search the building.
Pim Comic Strip
How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
Investigating the charred remnants of the theatre, Mr. Love Jr. salvaged a length of film and held it up to the light of a smashed window. He immediately deduced what had happened.
Days after the drama of Mrs. Love’s metamorphosis and the fiasco of Brad’s Theatre For The Longest Movies Ever Made, Mr. Love Jr. came upon the ruin in Petropavlovsk. He had no idea that the theatre had burned down on opening night, and had been playing to an audience of two.
Displaced from their home, Pim and Bim wandered the desert and came upon the Well-Dressed Albatross, who had begun celebrating New Years Eve at an uncommonly early hour.
With everyone gone from the ruins of Petropavlovsk, and his mother on the loose, Mr. Love wandered the industrial complex, which he now had no use for. Most nights he ended up on the roof, staring into the void.
At the end of the 9000km journey over ocean and desert, Pim and Bim found their home occupied by a squatter.
Being cold blooded (or whatever) Pim and Bim floated happily back from Petropavlovsk to what they’d lately called home.
Mr. Love stood watching the theatre burn. He hoped Mrs. Love was inside. But he suspected, correctly, that she’d be several moves ahead of him.
Brad’s theatre burned to the ground, as the labour of dreams so often does. Thankfully the three of them were unharmed and went their separate ways.
As Brad continued to sleep, the projector incinerated and the building caught fire. Ukifune assessed the situation and organized an evacuation.