There are many stories in Twin Peaks. Some of them are sad, some funny. Some are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery. The mystery of life, sometimes the mystery of death. The mystery of the woods, the woods surrounding Twin Peaks. To introduce this story let me just say it encompasses the all. It is beyond the fire. Though few would know that meaning. It is a story of many but it begins with one. The one leading to the many is Laura Palmer. Laura is the one.
Driving out of Seattle airport, spend a night at the nearby hotel to get prepared for the journey.
Visit the Twin Peaks Sign location, Sheriff's Department, Ronette's Bridge. Try that damn good coffee and cherry pie.
Diane, 11:30 am, February 24. Entering the town of Twin Peaks. I've never seen so many trees in my life. As W. C. Fields would say I'd rather be here than in Philadelphia. Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain. If you get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time it beat working. My mileage is 79,345. Gauge is on reserve. Riding on fumes here. I've got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that is. Okay. Looks like I'll be meeting up with a ahh ... Sheriff Harry S. Truman. Shouldn't be too hard to remember that. I'm pretty sure I'll be checking into a hotel. I'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. That's what I need, clean place, reasonably priced. Oh Diane, I almost forgot. I got to find out what kind of trees these are. They are really something.
Diane, I just opened Laura Palmer's diary. This is the ... uhh ... last entry dated February 23. It reads, "asparagus for dinner again, I hate asparagus. Does this mean I'll never grow up." And then she's written, "nervous about meeting 'J' tonight". That's the letter 'J', Diane. Yeah, that is the last entry. Well, that's something to get started on. Yeah. That's one out of twenty-six. Diane, I just turned back eighteen days to day one. What we have taped to the page here is a plastic envelope containing a white residue and what looks to be a key to a safety deposit box.
Lunch was ... uhh ... six dollars and thirty-one cents. That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie and a cup of coffee. Damn good food! Diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop.
With the sound of the wind blowing, we see a young girl walking slowly along the train tracks of a bridge. She is wearing only slip that is dirty. Her makeup is smeared and there are tied loops of twine around each wrist that have been cut and are hanging free. Nearby, at the end of the bridge, an engineer is arranging the track switch. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Ronette. — What the hell?
Somebody selling drugs to high school kids and I figure that's everybody's jurisdiction.
Diane, its 12:28 am. Looks like I'll be staying locally at a place called the Great Northern Hotel. The sheriff set the arrangements ...
Do you dare to go for a walk in the local woods?
What makes a perfect morning? Apart from damn good coffee. A nice walk around the hotel will help me think over the facts and events of yesterday.
The forest behind the waterfall looks great in the morning sunshine. I think I will enter it to admire these magnificent trees. Definitely need to check on their origin.
Diane... Things are getting strange around me. I think I've lost the path and I can't see the sun from here. At first, it looked liked the skies filled up with clouds. And now it's so dark in here that I barely see the trees. Possibly a solar eclipse of some sort. But, why now? No news received of the upcoming eclipse recently.
Diane, I found something looking really creepy. It looks like a hole surrounded by weird looking trees. I think I need to investigate it...
If you get out of there alive, of course...