“I’m going to walk this labyrinth every day.” Baker Blinker smirked at her husband. “*Almost* every day.”
“Let’s head over to Perch and grab some lunch, Karoz,” Baker Blinker then suggested. “Wheeler said she’d be meeting us there. It will be tough because none of us are interchangeable with each other. All three are unique monads.”
“We’ll have to reduce windows, eliminate trees, grass — the usual. Nothing beyond the capabilities of our user.”
“We’ll see,” Baker Blinker replied. She hadn’t been practicing these tricks as much as Karoz recently.
“Where is she?” asks Karoz in his usual impatient ways. “New Island, pheh.”
“Why don’t you tell me about Baker Bloch’s ideas for you being a novelist while we wait, Karoz.” Baker Blinker had done some yoga in preparation for this meeting and was pretty relaxed, despite the circumstances. Maybe she can be the voice of reason tonight.
But no time. Wheeler manifested behind them and took a seat. Karoz knew she’d like the one next to the wall. And next to him. “Better narrow those windows further now, Baker Blinker,” he requested. Because Wheeler certainly isn’t going to reduce hers, he thought.
“Where *is* that chef Owens with our menus?” barks Wheeler. “Must be, what, 5 minutes since I arrived?” A word had hardly passed between the three since she showed up.
“It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, Wheeler,” explained Baker Blinker, already with an edge. “Skeleton crew in the middle of the night here at Perch. Your chef has transformed into a detective. Maybe out trying to solve one of the crimes you committed, haha.”
“That’s no good,” Wheeler replied, nonplussed by the female Baker’s sarcasm. “This is *my* restaurant, *my* town.” She looked at both Baker Blinker and Karoz Blogger and drew back. “Isn’t it?”
Baker Blinker was direct. “Tell us what happened in Snowlands, Wheeler, um, Wilson.”
Wheeler’s secret table room had been found out by the real owner of the Way Station parcel. Objects returned to owner (i.e., Wheeler). She had to come back to Collagesity. She may have the opportunity to rent more in the middle of Inferialist, but, in truth, a disconnect of sorts has occurred between the extended Baker family and Snowlands. For now at least. Baker Bloch (playing the role of Snowmanster) also felt it wise to delete his newly rezzed home next to Woody’s on the east side of Purden Forest. So none of the family have secret dwellings in Sansara’s Snowlands region now. Oh… except one perhaps. Karoz. Perhaps this is the night Baker Blinker found out about the deep dank DARK power of Mid Hazel. This is the subject of Karoz’s projected first novel. In the future.
“Alright, spill the wine Karoz and Wheeler,” she requested. “We’re all in this together. We all need to be on the same page so we can face the threat collectively. Don’t you think, *Karoz*?” Her yoga induced relaxation was wearing off, muscles tensing up once more. She was spouting reason but not in the calm manner she was hoping. Tension — why do people create it when interacting? And why do we need it *fictionally*?
“‘Deep Dank… DARK'”, Wheeler states firmly. “That will be the name of the book. It will be published March 17, 2018. The day the trees died over in Rubi. The day Master Purden died between the green and the white (trees) in Snowlands. Diagonal. It will be based on The Diagonal.” She reorients her hands under her chin. “This is the only way we can be saved.”