“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.