“I’m starting to really believe it would have worked either way, Hucka Doobie. Whether I stayed in Fordham on that high, arid Nautilus ridge or moved to Urqhart or thereabouts on the Corsica continent for a little more space and greener pastures — wouldn’t have mattered. *Both* choices are factored into the continuation of Our Second Lyfe, as especially chronicled through the photo-novels. Either way, we are still away from the sacred Rubi Woods and the heart that started it all. I had the perfect place, Hucka Doobie.”
“Not perfect,” responded the bee-friend who Baker Bloch befriended over 12 long years ago. A lifetime! “You didn’t have a regular 8192 bordering the woods. You *had* to move (to accommodate the 8192 Corsica Prime map). But I agree that either choice would have been okay. We’re more toward the end of these things than the beginning.” She stared at me with large, understanding eyes. I wondered who she was, deep down. And whether *we* would continue. “Good to think about this stuff now,” she reinforced across the way.
“Well,” he sighed and looked out across the landscape from their Perch perch. “Let’s take inventory.”
“Okay.” Hucka Doobie took another sip of tea laced with something a bit stronger in preparation.
“Mabel’s House. Is Mabel still around? I’ve been asking that for what seems like years now. And maybe they have.”
“She can be,” Hucka Doobie responded simply enough.
“What’s it doing up on that knoll, for example? That’s different (from Fordham).”
“Fork in the road,” Hucka Doobie said. “Choices made. A marker to mark the occasion by.”
“Hmm.” Baker Bloch scouted around for another object in the vicinity. “Barry X. Vampire’s house at the end of one of the two paths leading out of Collagesity in that direction. I suppose that’s an easy one. He’s kind of *writing* the current novels, Hucka. That’s his writing headquarters. Staring out at that rotating tire to
write compose ‘The Revolving Wheel’ or something.”
“We can *go* to these locations anytime you want to to get more of the story. And there *is* a story here.”
“All right let’s take Boos, then.”
(to be continued?)