“Do you not know me?” asked Mary/Chuckles to
The Musician Sikul Himakt.
“No. I do not know you.”
“How about now?” Mary/Chuckles says beside the window behind him. He turns and examines.
“No. I still do not know who you are. I will probably never know who you are, no matter how many places you manifest or what clothes you wear.”
“Hmph,” she exhales. “Let’s see about this one.”
“Hi Osborne. What’s shak’n?”
Bingo, she thought.
Sikul Himakt enters the village at the top of the steps. Hmph, I guess it hasn’t changed all *that* much, he thought. At least there’s the general store still, the hub of it all. He walks over to it and gets a surprise.
“Welcome to the first town meeting, Musician,” states Morris in a level voice. “You’re just in time.”
Sikul Himakt faced a similar choice as before. Across the bridge from him here lounges an elephant, a male in this case named Eli. If he instead follows the river bank to the right on this side, it should lead him to the path beside the waterfall that was missing in the parallel forest. He decides he has to find out sooner or later about the village. He goes right.
Sure enough, there it is, just as Lou described.* Excitement!
He heads up.
After having explained the best he could about what happened to the man Wheeler Wilson knows as The Musician, the red alien Morris excused himself and faded from view again as he had done once previously. He warned Wheeler to just stay put here in this arid skybox and he would attempt to bring The Musician back himself. “Don’t move,” he said. “Else you may never be together again.”
She quickly tired of exploring the various structures in the now opened up skybox. Castle Knight with its projecting red spires, for example, only contained a picture of who Morris called Ted, described as “another employee” of this mysterious Lou he kept bringing up, a fairy being he said owned the place The Musician went to.
He also stated that The Musician was not awake but asleep in her realm. “I’ll find him and rouse him,” Morris promised just before he disappeared.
Wheeler waiting, and wishing she had a good book to read.
* compare with end photo of this post: https://bakerbloch.com/2017/06/09/54752/