Wheeler was gone, and then Old Mabel saw the teleport invite. “Join me in Zao.” She complied, and found herself in the middle of an almost empty room. A stoic security guard stood next to the door.
“This is where reality ends and collage starts. Look into the corners, Old Mabel. Are you awake or dreaming? Is that munchkin librarian over there real or hallucination?”
Mabel scanned each corner but didn’t see a thing. She was beginning to think Wheeler might be quite insane…
… until she went through the door and turned around.
“I think you better start spelling it with that extra “n”, love. It took me weeks to pick up his trail.”