I had a dream about Clayton last night that was also somehow tied up with Leland Palmer which is sort of what spurred the last Lynch rant.
And i get this call this morning from a phone number with five digits, and i answer it and talk with the guy for five minutes before realizing its not James, its Clayton, still in Buenos Aires. And he's coming home from his two year long adventure in....12 days. Approximately the same time as James is getting back.
Weird WEIRD WEIRD