Monday, August 14, 2017

The Diary of Wartha Gormley - All About Sam

Dear Diary,

 I’m so glad I have you back. I ducked behind an old door into an Updweller cave when I heard someone coming. The boards that covered it were actually pretty loose so I slipped between a couple and through a large hole at the bottom of the door.

The cave looked abandoned and dusty and filled with old boxes full of Updweller junk. Hue-men sure do leave a lot of stuff lying around when they’re done with it. Mostly I found old clothes, but other things too. I don’t reckon I know enough about the Hue-men to tell you what was what, but some of it looked to be busted up toys or some sort of weapons and tools. They were mostly made of the same material as Miri’s flashlight. It looked smooth like stone, but kind of soft and came in all sorts of colors.

It got pretty bright outside so I figured it was as good a time as any to get cozy in my new hole. The boxes of old garments made for some pretty good bedding and before I knew it I conked out.

When I awoke The Sun still loomed above the city in its frightful brilliance. My throat felt drier than Gurk’s beetle bread so I reached into my pack for the waterskin. That’s when I noticed you were gone, Diary.

 I’m sorry. I must have dropped you when I hid. I didn’t mean to. I flipped out for a while. I mean, I know you’re just a bunch of paper, but you’re kind of like my only friend, too- you know? I lost Dru. I didn’t want to lose you too.

I tossed open my pack and went through its contents over and over, but you weren’t there. I’ll admit it, Diary. I cried. OK? It’s stupid. You’re just a book, but you’re the only thing I have right now.

After crying and searching pointlessly for you among the Updweller crap that litters this musty old cave for what seemed like forever I just fell to the floor, exhausted.

Then I heard a knock at the door.

 An Updweller called my name. They said they had my book. You, Diary. They had YOU!

I got up onto my knees and listened at the door. I didn’t understand why someone was talking at me. The voice confused me at first. It was a person. Well, an Updweller anyway. They talked through the door like they knew me. Like I was a friend of theirs.

I managed to answer. I asked how they knew my name. The stranger looked in through a crack in the boards. All I could see was their eyes. They looked like kind eyes; the eyes of a concerned person, not an angry or hateful one.

“Is it really you?” they said, “And are you ok in there?”

I was a little confused at all the questions the Updweller was asking me. Of course I’m really me. Who else would I be? They acted like they knew me. That was before I learned that they had been reading you, Diary.

“I’m not hurt, if that’s what you mean.” I said back to them.

“Well, that’s good.” they said, “My name is Sam, by the way. Can I come in?”

And that’s how I met Sam. They’re about my age and have darker skin than the other hue-men I have met. Sam has a really soft voice and their hair is in tight little black curls that they wear cropped really close to their head. Between the two of us we were able to knock the boards off the door enough to open it. By then the Sun had started to duck over the edge of the Upworld.

“Oh no.” said Sam, “My mom will be home soon.”

I winced a little at that word, “mom”. Probably because I hadn’t seen mine in so long.

“Wartha,” Sam said, “would you like to come up to my apartment? I have sandwiches and we can hang out a bit. You’ll have to hide in my room so my mom doesn’t know you’re there. You don’t have to stay long, but I just have a lot I want to talk about.”

I started to feel weird. Like there was nothing I’d rather do than grab you and run past Sam. They were nice to me, but I’d been on my own so long. I wasn’t sure I could deal with getting to know another being. What if they turned out to be terrible? Or what if they were great and we became best friends and then something horrible happened and I lost them. I don’t know if I could bear that.

I didn’t really think all of those things at once. I just kind of felt wary for a second. But my curiosity won over in the end.

“Sure. I’ll come up to your...apart-meant. I don’t know if I am strong enough to fight any sand witches, though.”

“You don’t fight sandwiches, Wartha. You eat them.” said Sam. When they saw my face they added, “Oh, no. They’re just a kind of food. Not real witches!” Sam laughed really hard at that part and so I smiled a little.

“Well then.” I said, “Let’s go!”

Saturday, August 12, 2017

The Girl with a Bird for a Heart - Chapter XIV



Having no other direction the boy followed a hundred or so yards behind Enin. Most of the refugees were headed in roughly the same direction, though none seemed to know why. A few miles in the distance he could see the forest on the horizon. At a gallop they may reach the edge of the woods within the hour. Yet Enin seemed to maintain a trotting pace.


After several minutes he had made his way nearly alongside the sorcerer. Soon after that he saw a few figures ahead on the road. Two older boys stood beside a prone paksi.


The boy raced ahead on his mount and stopped to greet the travellers.


“Ho there!” he said, “Is your beast injured?”


One of the older lads looked up and the boy recognized him as Darik. Darik had been a cruel and frequent tormentor of the boy for several years on the streets of Kudra Kai, but now he looked weak and frightened.


“We were hoping to get out to the country. Away from this hellstorm. The two of us, Naveed and I.” said Darik, not seeming to recognize the boy. “We...borrowed a paksi and galloped as fast as we could. The stupid thing fell to the ground and now it won’t budge.”


“You’ve probably exhausted the poor thing.” the boy said. “That bird was never meant to carry two riders and certainly not at such a pace.”


A tear streaked down Darik’s soot-stained face.


“Hop on.” said the boy. “Our paksi are larger and much stronger than the one you have. As long as we do not work them too hard they should keep their strength.”


Enin caught up with them. “Are these friends, of yours, boy?”


The boy looked at Darik and Naveed. He knew them both. Naveed was a round-faced boy of perhaps sixteen years. He barely spoke and almost certainly could not read. Darik was taller and broad-shouldered with dark straight hair and tan skin. Many of the girls had called him handsome and he never lacked their affection in spite of his callous nature.


Even though the boy had known him for years Darik’s face showed no sign of recognition.


“They are strangers to me.” the boy lied. He worried that had he told the truth Enin would realize how much the boy hated Darik and Naveed. He suspected the sorcerer would refuse them aid if he knew how atrocious the older lads had been. As it was the boy barely concealed the venom in his voice.


“Then tarry no longer.” Enin said, “We have matters to attend to beyond the forest.”


“But they’re going the same way!” said the boy.


“They would only slow us down needlessly.” said the sorcerer. “Besides, there is no point in them running. Soon there will be nothing to run from. Nothing to run to. The world is ending.”


“If you choose not to help them then I will follow you no longer.” the boy said.


“Follow me.” said Enin. “Do not follow me. It is all the same. I have no need of you boy. I just did not desire to end this life alone. But if you would rather sit with these ruffians on the side of the road or tend to their ailing beast as the world burns I will not stop you.” With that he urged his mount onward and was gone.


“What did he mean?” said Darik. “He said the world is ending. Did he mean that? Is he insane? I half believe him. Never saw no fire fall from the sky like this. My Nan once did, though. During the war she said. The enemy threw burning pitch into the city. It nearly burned the whole town down to the ground it did.”


“We aren’t at war.” the boy said.


“Then what was it then?” Darik said, “You don’t know nothing about no wars. You don’t know if the king were to be at war with another king.”


The boy looked at Darik and said, “We don’t have a king. Kudra Kai has never had a king. Ever. It is a free city and run by a council of merchants.”


“How you know that?” spoke Naveed for the first time.


“I read it in a book.” the boy said. “Reading is good for you.”


“Oh yeah?” said Darik. “You think you’re real smart, eh?”


The boy did not like the look in Darik’s eye. He’d seen it many times before. There was something about the cruel and stupid that made them infinitely crueler when you reminded them of how stupid they were.


Darik grabbed at the boy’s leg.


“You know what?” Darik said, “I’m taking that mount for myself. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve shit!”


“Let go.” said the boy.


“Let go!” said Naveed in a mocking tone.


Darik grasped hold of the boy’s leg and tried to pull him off his paksi. The boy gripped the reigns but Darik was strong and nearly had him.


“Give a hand, you donkey!” said Darik to Naveed.


The round faced lad galumphed over and attempted to grab hold of the boy’s arm. He caught only a bit of sleeve and pulled.


“Stop it!” the boy said. “This is my paksi. I’m not letting you take it.”


“I remember you now.” said Darik. “You’re the little shit who used to run with Stik and Paol down on Butcher Street, ain’t you? You were always a bit of trouble. Never listened. Always mouthing off to your betters. Yeah. I know you.”


A flood of memories filled the boy’s head. He hadn’t thought about Stik and Paol in a long time. They were tough lads. Not far off from Darik and Naveed, really. The only difference was that they picked on other kids instead of him. Eventually they ran afoul of a real gang and were found in an alley with their throats slit. That was when Saiku Lin found the boy and took him in.


“Hey ‘Veed,” Darik said to his friend, “remember this waste? I used to box his ears for fun.”


The boy twisted the reigns in an attempt to keep his grip. The massive bird began to twist and shake its heavy head.


Naveed looked up at the boy’s face and a dim light of recognition was struck in his eyes.


“Oh yeah.” he said, “It’s-”


He never finished because the paksi had spun its thick neck around and hit him square in the jaw. In a flash the lad was on the ground.


In shock Darik let go of the boy who was half hanging off  the giant bird.


“Yah!” yelled the boy as he spurred his paksi onward.  The bird took off into the night with the boy nearly falling from his perch.

Darik ran after him but was outpaced by the long legged beast in seconds.

Friday, November 18, 2016

The Girl With a Bird for a Heart - Chapter XIII



“Girl,” said The Muck Witch, “I beg you not to listen to this beast.”

Tula glanced back at the two of them, the broken woman on the ground with her hair full of smoke and the demon hovering over her like a person-shaped hole in the fabric of the world.

“I crackle with power, Tula Petek.” spoke Kokabiel in that dire voice of his, a voice that sounded like crying infants, and roaring flames and swarms of insects shaped into words. “Say the word and I will show you what I can do. Unleash me and I will be yours to serve.”

Tula saw the imploring eyes of The Witch and the dagger smile of the demon. She knew that such raw power was dangerous, but she needed it. The world literally burned around her and she was powerless. The end, whatever that meant was coming. If making a deal with this thing that should not be was what she needed to do to make things whole and right again would that not be worth the risk?

“Dear. Please. Understand.” said The Witch. “Kokabiel will never let you free once you accept his aid. He will grant your desires at first, but he will twist your wishes and eventually twist you until you are the servant.”

Tula turned back toward the burning city. The vermillion glow of the flames had lessened, but smoke still rose into the night sky. Tula had never been to Kudra Kai,  but heard of its wonders. Skara Lys was a much smaller city and she had lived near it her entire life. Whenever she had free time after market she would explore the streets and alleys and each time she would uncover some new sight. Kudra Kai was legendary for its splendor and now it was being destroyed. Every moment that passed a home or a shop was burned to the ground, forever gone. She would never see the beauty of this city, nor would anyone ever again unless a stop was put to this annihilation.

What power could this demon actually have? What could he even do? She decided to test him. Give Kokabiel a harmless task and see how it works.
“Kokabiel,” The Girl with a Bird for a Heart said, her voice cracking only a little, “I accept your offer of assistance. As a show of good faith I request that you heal my companion. Use your powers to make The Witch’s leg whole and right once more.”

The Witch, Maegda’s eyes and mouth opened wide in horror. Before she could speak the shadow-being was upon her.

“As you wish.” spoke the demon as he wrapped around The Witch like a cloak. Maegda tried to move but he enveloped her as she struggled. Tula stepped forward not knowing what to say or do. As she approached the shadow lifted.

The Muck Witch sat with her knees up and face down. The splint Tula had applied was nowhere to be seen.

“It is done.” spoke Kokabiel

Tula examined The Witch. The odd swelling was gone. Not even a red mark on her leg.
“Please rise!” said Tula joyously, “You are well!”

Maegda’s face lifted to meet Tula’s gaze. The Witch’s eyes narrowed and her nose drew up in disgust.

Tula stepped back at that look. “I had him heal, you.” she said meekly, “Your leg is mended. What harm can there be in that?”

“You ignorant.” said The Witch.

“You stupid.”

“You spoiled.”

“Self centered.”

“Willful.”

“Child!”

“You have sealed my doom. For years I kept him bottled up. For years I had his power in a bottle. I could have used it. I could have drank him up like wine and used this demon’s might to reshape the world as I saw fit! I could have made my will the law!”

Kokabiel stood silently behind Maegda as she ranted, with that jagged smile somehow apparent on his unseeable face.

Tula felt a hot tear run down her face as The Witch berated her further.

“For years I held that demon in check. I held myself in check. Not once did I allow myself to accept his promises of power because I knew. I knew if I took that power for myself it would be my undoing. And now here I am. Tainted. Touched by his dark influence. His unholy might is flowing in my veins. I can feel it. My pain is gone. My body is healed, but I am as good as dead.”

“It was just a leg...” began Tula.

“It was everything.” said The Witch, “You let him in. No. I let him in. But you opened the door. You do not understand. You don’t feel it! The seal has been broken. Now that I have tasted it there is no way I can resist taking more.”

“The city is burning!” Tula said, “The world is burning. We need to help whomever we can, not stand here. If this demon can help save lives then I don’t care what the cost is. My own life is already forfeit. I have seen what power he has. And down there in Kudra Kai there will be many who require our aid.”

Maegda stood gracefully. She turned away from Kokabiel and simply said, “No.”

“No?” spat Tula. “What do you mean? On second thought. I don’t care what you mean. I don’t need you.”

Tula trudged down the hill.

“I’m going home.” said Maegda as she walked back toward the swamp. “Perhaps with distance and time I can resist the seeds this demon has planted. Believe me, Tula Patek. No good will come of trusting Kokabiel.”

The witch returned to the remains of her hut.

Tula got to the bottom of the hill and turned to look back up the slope.

“Demon,” she said, “are you coming or not?”


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The Girl With a Bird for a Heart - Chapter XII




“Did you not expect me to return?” Asked the towering man.


The boy opened his mouth but nothing came out. He spun around at the ebbing chaos. His notion of taking for himself a small portion of Enin’s wealth had literally gone up in smoke. He had nothing. For all the boy knew all of his contacts and acquaintances could be dead in the destruction delivered by the firestorm. Even the paksi had fled.


Enin surveyed the scene before him. “It is not easy for me.” He said with a face of stone. “Watching my home fade into dust. This sight does fill me with sorrow. But it is inevitable. All things must end.”


The boy croaked dryly, “You said that this was just the beginning. There is more to come?”


Enin smiled the smile of a man with a thousand secrets. “Yes, boy. Much more is coming. More than this world can handle.”


The boy stood and wiped soot away from his eyes.


“Come, boy.” Enin said to him. “I have need of you.”


“Come where? If the world is ending where can we go? And why should we bother? Won’t it end all the same?”


Enin whistled and from out of the shadows loped two familiar shapes. The paksi stepped forward.


“Be silent and ride with me for a while, boy.” The sorcerer said, “Neither of us should want for a companion in the times that are to come.”


He climbed upon the larger of the two birds and steadied himself by grasping the ruff of feathers around its neck. He nodded at the boy to do the same.


“Use the bridle only for guiding your mount, boy. If you need to right yourself while riding take hold of the plumage as I have.” Said Enin.


“Won’t that hurt her?”


“Do so gently. Grasping the bridle will send confusing signals to the paksi and cause it to take the wrong course, perhaps even throw you.”


The boy was clumsy at first and had clearly never ridden bareback, but he managed and soon kept pace with Enin as they loped out of the city.


 The main road out of Kudra Kai was flooded with people trying to escape the destruction caused by the short storm, but the birds were swift and maneuvered around the throng.


“The storm brought so much pain and ruin to the city.” Said the boy. “It only lasted a few minutes, but it destroyed homes and lives.”


Enin said nothing.


“What worse thing could be coming?” The boy continued. “Where can these people run to? Where can we go? The forest and the marsh lands beyond? I can see black billows of smoke everywhere. Was there no part of the land untouched by this tempest?”


“I bid you to be silent boy. I am in no mood to answer pointless questions.” Said Enin.


“And I am in no mood to be told what to do.” Snapped the boy. “My whole life I’ve been wary of men and boys like you. Older, bigger, stronger. I’ve stayed out of the way. Tried to make myself small and not incur your wrath. I’ve been the servant, the victim. I’ve mostly hidden myself away from the likes of you who think they can command me and anyone who is younger or smaller than them. When I couldn’t hide I did as I was told just to keep myself safe. But now things are changing.”


Enin looked forward as the boy continued to unleash on him.


“No one is safe now. Not me, not you. Not the town guard, not the gangs. Not even Saiku Lin is safe. Not when the sky itself brings death to all. So I don’t need to heed you or anyone else. You cannot possibly be more of a threat than a sky full of fire.”


Enin glanced sideways at the boy but remained silent.


“So tell me, great sorcerer, if there is nowhere to run, then why run? Where are you going? Why should I follow? What kind of destruction is coming and what are we to do about it?”


Enin pulled his mount to a stop. The boy did the same. The sorcerer looked at him and said, “Past that forest, in the swamps there is a force more destructive than the firestorm. There is a power so great it will plunge my whole world into darkness forever. It waits for me. If you choose to run away from the end of the world then run, but you won’t go far. The end is coming sooner than you can imagine and when it happens it won’t matter if you are standing right here or a thousand leagues away. I am going to face that force head on.”


“Face it head on?” Asked the boy, “Then what? If this force is all you say what do you hope to achieve? How can you stop it from ending the world?”


The sorcerer’s head fell back and he let loose a barrage of laughter. “Boy,” he said, “I don’t intend to stop it.”


 Enin shook the reign and his bird trotted on.


“I intend to greet it!”




Monday, February 15, 2016

Duskworld - Chapter Thirty Two, Gates


 The skipper landed on the lawn outside of Charlie’s office. It was a school day so most of the residents of Gates were in classes, but one small woman witnessed the return of Meiki and Phel.
 “Meikaya, Phelliam. Welcome home. Charles will be pleased to learn you are safe.” said Soosa as the kids stepped off of the small vessel. They were both fairly certain those were the only words the woman had ever said to either of them.
 “Oh man,” said Phel, “I forgot all about Charlie and Tyson.”  
 “They did not forget about you.” Soosa said to him. “Your stewards will be returning from Newbright soon. In the meantime I have granted you both one day of recuperation followed by three weeks of kitchen duty.” That was a relatively light sentence but Meiki had no intention of serving it all. She would talk to Charlie and discuss Amara’s plan to bring her to Earth, but kept silent about it for now.
 “Is Charlie ok, then?” asked Meiki, “What about Tyson and that Marie lady?”
 “Charlie has remained in communication with me.” said Soosa. “For now you are to return to your dorms.”
 “Yes Ma’am”, said Phel.
 Soosa turned to Amara and said, “It is such a pity that our visitors must leave so soon.”
 “But-”, started Meiki.
 “I’m sorry, child,” said Amara, “but Agent Sakai and I will be leaving now. She is very broken up about it. I’m afraid she’s so distraught that she won’t even leave the skipper to come say farewell.”
 Meiki stared at her blankly until Amara gave her an almost imperceptible wink.
 “Oh.” said Meiki in what she hoped was a tone of sincerity, “That is too bad. I will miss her. Tell her I said goodbye.”
 “I’m sure we’ll visit again one day.” said Amara as she disappeared into the skipper.
 “What was that all about?” asked Phel.
 “I’ll tell you later.” whispered Meiki as she put her arm around his shoulder and shuffled him toward the dorms.
 After stepping thirty meters or so from Charlie’s office the two turned and waved at the skipper as it flew off.
 “You’re acting weird.” said Phel, shrugging her arm off him.
 “Just keep walking.” she told him, “Act casual. We’re headed back to the dorm like Soosa said to.”
 “That IS what we’re doing.”
 “Exactly.”
 They cut through the orchards. Meiki stopped to pick an apple as she had the last time.
 “I thought you hated those.” said Phel. “They’re too mushy, you say.”
 “It’s for you.” said Meiki as she tossed him the soft red fruit.
 When he caught it his sleeve slipped to reveal the ghost still wrapped around his wrist.
 “I see you still have your little friend.” Meiki teased him. “Are you going to name him?”
 “Sure.” joked Phel. “I’ll call him Fido.” They both chuckled.
 “Holy crap.” said Phel, breaking the laughter and stopping in his tracks.
 “What?”
 “He’s speaking to me. In my mind.”
 “WHAT?”
 “He says he likes the name Fido. He wants to be called that.”
 “WHAT!?”
 “I’m serious. He’s communicating with me with whatchamacallit.”
 “Telepathy?” asked Meiki.
 “Yeah.” said Phel. “That’s it.”
 Meiki looked around as if she were afraid the trees had eyes.
 “Phel,” she said, “that actually makes sense. These...ghosts, or whatever we should call them...they’ve been absorbing the tech that Rashmi and friends brought with them. This suit I’m wearing, and the skipper too, they’re thought controlled. I just think of something and it happens.”
 “So,” he said, “you reckon the ghosts, like little Fido here are like, psychic now?”
 “Sort of. I mean, they can interface with your mind at least. I wonder why I can’t hear him, though.”
 She touched Fido with the tip of her finger. His eye brightened for a millisecond. Meiki felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff surrounded by an infinite void. Words and images crashed into her mind. A jumble of concepts and shapes careened at once through her brain. Complex structures composed of what looked like pure light rose and fell around her. The galaxy spread out before her, each star somehow visible in spite of the impossible distance between them. Her head began to spin from the overwhelming sensations. Then came blackness.
 Phel prodded Meiki and she opened her eyes to find herself on the ground.
 “What was that all about?” he asked her.
 “I-I don’t know.” Meiki said, “I think Fido was trying to talk to me, but it didn’t make any sense.”
 “It makes perfect sense when he speaks to me,” Phel said, “It’s just like a voice in my head. Clear as a bell.”
 Meiki sat up and said, “Well, maybe it’s for the best if no one else pets Fido. It was like I was looking at...the universe. I can’t even explain it.”
 Phel eyed her curiously. “Maybe it’s that suit you’re still wearing. It’s full of Earth tech. Who knows what they got going out there.”
 “Maybe.” said Meiki, grabbing Phel’s hand and pulling herself to her feet.
 They walked silently back to the dorms.
 “What now?” asked Phel as they entered the foyer to the building they called home. The midday sun peeked briefly through the clouds before disappearing again.
 “What do you mean?” replied Meiki.
 “You’re going with them ain’t you?” he looked at the apple she had thrown him.
 “What makes you-”
 “I’m not stupid, Meiki. I know that Junko lady is a mean cuss. No way she’d be too depressed to say goodbye to you. If anything she’d be kicking you out the door.”
 “Yeah. I picked up on that too.”
 “And the white lady said she was going to take you with her to Earth. I was there, remember?”
 “Yeah. but I don’t think Charlie will let me go.” said Meiki.

 “I wasn’t planning on asking him.” came a voice from outside the doorway. The two turned to see Captain Amara Kramer standing in the dim sunlight.
 “Amara!” said Meiki, “You came back.”
 “We still need you back in the solar system.”
 Phel glanced back and forth between them. “You’re leaving aren’t you? Again?”
 “Phel.” said Meiki, “You’ve been the best friend I could imagine. But this is what I always wanted.”
 “I know.” He said. “I have so much to do here too. I need to talk to Charlie when he gets back. Sort things out. The way he’s been running the show. It can’t go on like that. Gates needs to be open to Newbright. To the rest of the world even. Maybe beyond. And the ghosts. We are going to have to figure out where we stand with them. We share this planet.”
 “I think you’ll make a good ambassador, Phelliam.” said Amara.
 “Here,” said Phel, handing Meiki the apple, “take this with you.”
 “They have apples on Earth...probably.” said Meiki, “This one will probably be rotten before I get there anyway.”
 “Don’t be such a...such a Meiki, Meiki.” said Phel. “It’s a memento. Dry it out. Just keep the seeds maybe, I don’t know. I don’t really have anything else for you to remember me by.”
 “Thank you.” she said, embarrassed for being such a jerk.
 “C’mon. Enough with the goodbyes already.” grunted Junko who must have been standing outside the door the whole time. “We need to get back to the starship before our window closes. If we wait too long we’ll have to wait another day before we can get to warp speed. Unless you want to fly through the sun.”
 “Starship?” said Phel and Meiki in unison.
 “Yeah,” said Junko, “you think we flew here in the skippers?”
 “But,” said Meiki, “I’m not packed. I don’t have nearly enough clothes for a five year trip. That’s how long Rashmi said it takes.”
 “Five years?” asked Phel.
 “Five relative years.” corrected Amara. “For you it will only feel like a few weeks. And don’t worry about packing. We can make anything you need. We always travel light.”
 “Oh wow.” said Phel, “I’m actually gonna miss your complaining.”
 “And I’m going to miss your dumb face.” said Meiki. Phel hugged her.
 “I’ll plant the appleseeds.” she told him. “That way a little bit of Naya will be on Earth.”
 “That’s great. You better go before crabby pants flies you through the sun.”
 “Goodbye for now, Phel. I’ll look you up if I’m ever in town again.” said Meiki.
 “Goodbye Meiki.”
 Meiki and the aliens walked out the door. Phel heard the soft  woosh of the skipper shooting off into space.
 “What just happened?” said a voice from the stairwell.
 Phel looked up to see Ker in slippers and a nightgown. She had a severe case of bedhead and a nose red and raw with what looked to be a bad cold.
 “Oh, hi Ker.” said Phel sheepishly. “I guess you skipped classes today?”
 “Who were those people? Where are they taking your friend?”
 “Well,” Phel said, “that’s a long story.”
 “I got all day, Phelliam Glebe. Why don’t you tell me what you two have been up to the past few days.”
 Flush with confidence Phel sat down on the top step and gestured for Ker to do the same.
 “It all started the night of the storm.” he said.
 Phel told Ker everything.