|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- A ROAD MAP OF ARCTICA--CUP 14--"CONDENSATION" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  A Road Map of Arctica  ||  -------> (Cup SRrm014, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = When I awoke, I was alone in the bed, and I wished I could have gone to Agoopish right then. It was a chilly, foggy morning, and I saw flashing police lights on the street far above me... musta been someone who got pulled over or something. Nothing big. I figured my clothes would be wet and crummy with dew, but I found a pile of fresh clothes next to me in the bed--I guess Bonnie must have brought them out for me. I wondered how Bonnie and Abigail were getting along after what happened. Those two REALLY got into each other. I had to wonder if Abigail wasn't really Red Archer Booze, the bed a transformed version of her bottle... I got dressed quickly, not wanting the cop up there or anyone else to see me. Then I strode across the field, my boots getting wet from the condensation on the grass. And I found the two girls in the living room in front of a struggling fire in the fireplace, drinking coffee. "Good morning!" Abigail said. She was wearing a nightgown. "Want some coffee?" "Yeah." I sat next to Bonnie on a couch as Abigail left to get me my beverage. "Morning." I said. "Hi." Bonnie said, smiling and looking down into her cup. "That really was something, wasn't it?" I said after some silence. "Yup." she said, kind of distantly. I sat there staring at the fire, wishing it would roar to great life. I heard a clock ticking somewhere. I thought of the goddess Hollie Scroll Bonnie in Agoopish. And I realized that I was yearning to get back to my superlife. Then the phone rang. A few moments later, Abigail yelled "Daptin, it's for you!" I got up and yelled back "Who is it?" "Someone named Agatha something something." I furrowed my brow and glanced at Bonnie, and she caught my look. "What is it?" she asked. "I don't know." I said, heading for the other room, shaking my head. "I don't know." I accepted the cold green plastic receiver from Abigail, who gave me a really cute alluring glance. "Hello?" "Daptin? Is it you? It's Agatha Petunia Wack. Where are you?" My heartbeat raced and then Abigail caught my look. I shrugged. "Yeah, it's me." "Where are you? We got to Rillekon's Road. I was hoping I could use a primal-o-phone to reach you. We need you." "Um... Agatha it's... it kind of hard to explain. I didn't know... I mean, I thought... I didn't think I'd disappear from the Warhome like that..." I looked over and Abigail was staring at me after taking a sip of coffee. I looked away from her. "Look Daptin, this call is costing a lot of money. We need to get you back here. Tell me where you are and we'll come and get you." "I'm... I'm on an Earth somewhere... I thought that it would register as a one-night dream on Twicvion. But I guess not." "You transported yourself?" "I..." I said, figuring I couldn't afford to hold back info even though Abigail was hearing me. "I created a normal life for myself and put myself into it. I've been here a few months. I thought that when I was finished here it would be the next morning in the Warhome." "You used your Primal Creation power?" "I think so." "So it is a world of your creation?" "Um, yeah. No. I mean, I just created the situation, not the world, I don't think." "Interesting. Using that power to create a situation. Hold on..." I took a deep breath and looked over at Abigail. "Computer problems?" she asked. "No." I said, frustrated with what was going on. "Well what then?" I held up my finger because I heard the receiver being picked up at the other end. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----