When all your good days keep getting shorter, count on me. When you’re ‘bout 20 cents shy of a quarter, count on me. When you just need a place to hide out for a while. I’ll help you hide the bodies in a little while.
I will bring you buckets of mercy, and hold your hand when you’re crossing the street. I’ll play a song if you want it.
If you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, count on me. If you’re feeling that freight train running through your head, count on me. If you just need a friend to talk to, or maybe not talk at all.
I will bring you buckets of mercy, and put a smile back on your pretty face. I’ll bring a shovel if you want it. Carry your secrets to the grave.
When you’re down and out, I’ll pick you up down at the station. Put your hard times on vacation. And get you headed on your way.
I will bring you buckets of mercy, and hold your hand when you’re crossing the street. Pay your bail if you need it. I will be your saving grace. I will be your saving grace. I will be your saving grace.
It took the Witch Hunter four tries to even reach the front door of the midwife’s cottage. Every time he stepped toward it something more important seemed to come up in in his mind. Make sure the village had a Dovecote–it did, a humble dovecote, but one where he would be able to send word back to Adlersbrunn and the Bishop quickly if the need arose. He shook his head and approached the cottage again, and again found himself walking away. Best to check the other villagers, question around for other unusual phenomena—no he had already done that several times now. He walked toward the cottage again, found himself turning on his heel—he should check the other village gardens for blighted crops—no. Now, this was getting ridiculous.
It took him another try and he could hardly even remember the reason why he walked away that time, and by then the rain was coming down in full force and it really was a miserable experience. “Go back to the city,” he felt a whisper, “Go back to your Bishop and tell him there’s nothing out of the ordinary…” He shook his head. It was a perfectly reasonable suggestion, however the fact still stood that he had not yet checked the midwife’s house, though for the life of him he could not understand why he seemed to keep putting it off. The rain was beginning to soak through his cloak when he remembered an old wive’s tale. He took his cloak off and turned it inside out, shuddering at the wet exterior of the cloth now heavy on his doublet, and he walked up to the front door of the house with ease.
The Witch Hunter pinned his edict from the Bishop on the wood next to the door of the midwife’s house, then his hand went to the door. He felt it instantly. A whisper of magic. Nothing terribly malicious. It was a good-natured, “Nothing to see here,” “Nothing of value in this old place,” “The rain is so cold… wouldn’t you rather be in your own home by a nice fire?” “Don’t waste your time here.” A spell, he figured, that would do well enough against nosy neighbors and children and burglars, but not against him. He was, after all, a professional. He drew a consecrated iron rod from the interior of his boot and touched it to the door. There was a fizzing, burning sound and the whispers left his mind. So the midwife knew some of the old arts, but nothing malevolent yet. A week in the stocks at the worst. He tried the door handle, found it locked, sighed, gave a glance to his edict from the bishop, and kicked the door open. He gave a sharp glance over his shoulder at the villagers who were watching, slowed by the spectacle of his actions as they themselves hurried out of the rain, though at one glance from him they hurried on their way. With that, the Witch Hunter stepped over the threshold.
Executives from broadcast television networks revealed a more complicated set of calculations. When a reporter asked Fox co-president Gary Newman if social media buzz was keeping the genre mash-up “Sleepy Hollow” alive, he pointed to the strength of the series’ delayed viewing and also suggested that strong international support for the show gave Fox a financial cushion it could use to find “Sleepy Hollow” a better slot on the schedule. (x)
Good to know. At least if this year shit goes down the toilet, we don’t need to kill ourselves over social media campaigning for the show..