The situation at Dealey Plaza seemed dire, so Mo found a safe spot away from the chaos and used his boosters to get back to Blendo. He crash-landed in a dune.
“Dude,” Blendo said, poking his head out from a hole in the ground nearby.
Mo stood, brushing sand off himself. “Sorry.”
“How’d it go?”
Mo was unsure how to answer the question. It somehow went more poorly than he ever imagined. “About as poorly as I could imagine,” he finally decided to say.
Blendo just stared ahead. “What’d he say?”
“I didn’t get to talk with him.”
“Did you at least see him?”
“Nope?”
“What the hell did you do down there?”
“I met a guy with a loud telescope and scared some people.”
Blendo shook his head. “I knew I should have gone with you.”
“I don’t think it would have helped.”
“Sounds like it couldn’t have been worse!”
Mo nodded. That he agreed with. He shuffled his now human-less form forward and followed Blendo. “I don’t know what went wrong,” he finally said. “But I don’t know what to do next.”
“Maybe you can find out where he’s going to be again?” Blendo didn’t come across as very confident in his answer/question.
Mo shrugged. “He seems like a hard guy to get in touch with.”
“Yeah,” Blendo said, opening the door and letting Mo in. “Let me grab you some refreshments. Go ahead and flip on the TV if you want.”
Mo did want, so he flipped on the TV. The first station that came in was a news station. A man with dark glasses was speaking.
“…apparently official, President Kennedy died at 1 PM central standard time…”
“Uhhh….” Mo squeaked out. “Blendo!?”
Blendo came running from the other room. “What?”
“JFK died.”
“What?”
“He died. Today. In Dallas.”
“Today?”
Mo nodded.
“Weren’t you there?”
Mo kept nodding. “But I never even saw him.” He let his head drop into his hands. “Now I’ll never get to talk to him.”
Blendo sat next to Mo and awkwardly comforted him with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure there are other people you can talk to.”
Mo sighed. “I guess.”
“Someone is still going to try and go to the moon, right? It wasn’t like… he was the only one doing it.”
“Yeah…”
“Cheer up, man.” He handed Mo a glass.
“What’s this?”
“Cactus water.”
Mo shivered, remembering the cactus he tossed somewhere in the desert. “…thanks.” He threw it down his throat and tried not to taste it.
Blendo stood. “Well, I have some farmers I have to go harass. Are you going to be okay?”
Mo stood, too. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to head back to LA and… try to figure something out, I guess.”
“If you need anything, try not to call me, okay?”
Mo would rather reach out to Dave again, or someone else. He didn’t like cactus and he thought Blendo was rude. He just nodded politely and walked back into the desert heat to boost his way back to LA.