Of course, Robot Derak Jones knew of Eraserhead Man’s place just behind his — The Pencil or just Pencil, as he use to call him in the good ol’ days. But he didn’t realize it was an *actual* rabbit hole until today. The Pencil told him about it. Pencil told him a lot. They hadn’t spoken in what seemed like ages. What was their argument about? RDJ vaguely recalls something about a Corsican woman they both fancied who worked up at Bumpy’s Ice Cream Village. And such a short distance between their homes — all those months and now years of meaningful friendship squandered, he realized. He’ll make it up to him as best he can; he knew what was going on now. EM came down on his John Deere riding mower. They would talk until the stars appeared in the sky.
“Just like with JEOGEOT and MAEBALEIA,” Eraserhead Man continued. Robot Derak Jones nodded, thinking back on the original rabbit hole connecting those two distant mainland continents. “47 even… there’s a Room 47 in ‘INLAND EMPIRE.'”
“Why don’t you turn your hearing aid on, Pencil,” RDJ gently suggested. “This is pretty top secret information we’re passing between us after all.”
“Right you are!”
“I made it happen,” Norris declares from the rocker to the user baker b. through Baker Bloch. “You must get Wheeler back to sewing the elephant. When she finishes we can talk more.”
Baker pauses to consider this. “You mean the Corsica book.”
“Of course… i-ca. Sorry.”
“Good to see you have a sense of humor. I was starting to worry Harry. JERRY, Harry.”
“Norris here, if you will.” He then looks over at the back of Baker Bloch’s hatted head. “Make sure you aren’t looking at me. Are you looking at me?”
“No.” Baker kept staring toward the corner of the room.
Although he kept looking at this same corner, seemingly, his position in the room shifted. Furniture appeared; a table. A warm breeze blew through the now open windows beside him. Norris followed Baker Bloch through the portal but couldn’t properly sit in the rocking chair now… no room for him here.
Another took his place.
“You don’t mind if I SMOKE, do you?!” Baker turned.
It was a most remarkable coincidence (again). I knew Baker Blinker, er, *Furry Karl* had to get from Horizons-Pluto to New Island by boat, probably with a woman companion in tow, but couldn’t figure out how they’d exit the Horizons subcontinent’s 4th and southernmost region, the “hookless” one (explain that in a little bit), and into Zindra proper. Do they turn east or west at the bottom? I figured east, but there was nothing in that direction.
Then by accident I stumbled upon a portal tonight that solved the tricky problem — or Wheeler did. She decide that Lou would be the best character to play this particular role, and also rezzed Norris beside her as a sounding board for ideas.
“What do we do now?” asked the bleached face Norris to his sitting companion.
“We simply wait here at the canal. It’s already set up. Baker Blinker will never make it out of the Horizons sub-continent by boat. We’ll make sure of that.”
“Cool, I suppose.”
She smiles while watching the dance of rippled water beneath her pale, dangling feet. No choice to make now.