In all honesty, this book has me completely baffled. Bill Willingham and Matthew Sturges write it, and their story is all over the place. I understand that Fig, Harry and Ann are looking for a way out of the house. I also get that Fig has some kind of map, or blue-print, in her head because she somehow seems to be intimately connected to these walls and floors. But it just seems like they don't really have a plan as to what they're doing. And then, when you factor in the other players in this little drama, Cressida and Poet, things really seem to go off without an idea or motive. I mean really, what was the point of the page with the guys from all the different times? There's a punk rocker from 1974, and astronaut from 2000, and a college student from 2008. That's not even mentioning "Stormfort, fourth year of Hrogtar." What was that all about? And don't even get me started on the story that Poet tells this issue. The art in it was great, by David Petersen. But the story . . the story was pointless and riddled with tripe. It was a complete waste of time. And then, just for laughs, they throw in the mystery of a previous resident, Miranda, and then have a gutted alien of some kind gurgling her name on the basement floor. The whole issue seemed rather pointless, and besides moving us a little farther along in the basement, didn't really have a goal or motive. It looks like this is another book that's going to have to be taken off my monthly list. There's just no consistency here. The story really feels like it's going every which way.
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