Gus shook his head and made a tisking sound.

"Mother Board must not like you," he said sorrowfully. "You must have made her feel short."

"Who is Mother Board and what could we have done to upset her. We were having a party in our world and suddenly we were here," Anna said.

Gus shrugged.

"It's impossible to talk to Mother Board. She runs everything and doesn't like to be disturbed. We try to keep her happy. Glenda says that everything should be neat, but I don't know. Outside of Glenda's place, Mother Board doesn't trim verge. So I stack things. Anyway, Mother Board probably doesn't like that you don't belong here," Gus said. "She sometimes sends messages, though. Always in codes. You have to know how to read them--and have all the parts."

"All the parts... all the..." Neal stopped mulling the words over and quickly looked at what remained of the group. "The Mansion. We need to go back to the mansion. I think I might know how to leave this place."

With that, Decker tipped his hat in thanks to the strange little man in the tree and started to climb out of the gully they were standing in.

"You won't have all the pieces," Gus said, swinging his little feet. "You've only seen Glenda, haven't you?"

"Well, I can't say for sure who has and hasn't seen whom, but some of us have met Glenda, yes," Cynthia said to the curious little man. "I solved a riddle for her because I have an extraordinarily high IQ. Since she keeps things neat and you stack things to please this... Mother Board... then what can we do to finagle our way into her good graces and possibly escape this wretched piece of earth? The dry air is not good for my complexion."

"I already told you," Gus said. "She'll tell you. You just have to find out how she's been telling you. If you have all the pieces to the puzzle, then go to the glass house. It's the best place to read codes."

"Well, how will we know when we have all the pieces...?" Cynthia said, flicking a piece of dirt off her sleeve and wrinkling her nose. "Oh. Hmm. Is there someone else we're supposed to meet? Someone besides Glenda?"

Gus snorted.

"Who," he grumbled. "Yes, because Glenda knows everything. You big people are thick. It doesn't matter who you meet...it only matters where you go."

Neal jumped back down from his spot on the incline as Gus began shelling out more information. He couldn't help but audibly snicker at Vegan Woman trying to communicate with the strange man in her usual way... and mostly failing.

"Your "Mother" has been leaving canisters with maps and little numbers on the dead bodies. I suppose that's how she has been contacting us, we just didn't know that's what it was." Decker glanced back up at the man in the tree. "I don't suppose you could point us in the direction we should go next, eh?"

"You've already seen Glenda, and you're from the old house," Gus mused. "Yes, yes, I think I know where you should go."

Gus jumped down from the tree and made his way into the little hovel. The inside was slightly messy, with papers and books and dishes stacked everywhere. The little man walked over to the desk and carefully began sorting through a tall stack of papers. Finally, he came across what he wanted, folded it, and returned to Neal.

"Here," he said, handing him the paper. "That is where you want to go."

"Thanks." Neal half muttered as he examined the map. "Looks like it's back to the Mansion again..." he said handing the paper over to Delia.

"Well, that 'Go Home' sign seems to be pointing in between those two trees in the upper right hand corner," Cynthia remarked as she peered over Delia's shoulder.

"I guess we should head back that way, then," Delia said, inspecting the rocks surrounding the waterfall, then beginning to climb up. "Time's a-wasting. Anyone seen cop-boy lately?"

Neal had almost completely forgotten about Cowboy what with finding the waterfall with the strange little fellow and all. "Actually, no. I thought he was with us." he mused before climbing up the rock wall.

Reaching the top ahead of everyone else, Decker scanned the area for their missing rent-a-cop.