“It’s a landscape tile, perfectly square and I don’t think it could be here by accident. Just thought you’d like to know, Baker Bloch.”
“Well um, *thanks* Biff Carter.”
“I have an office set up already in The City to start examining the oddities of this area. This — New Eden.”
“That’s great. I wish you well. Let me know what you find.”
“I’ll send you a report daily.”
“Er, what about Cassandra City? I thought that was your base? Did you have a falling out with the guy in the trench coat? Wait — I suppose *you’re* that guy, or the replacement. Comedy over gravity and the like.”
Biff Carter thought about this for a change before replying. He didn’t want to become totally stream of consciousness. I realized who he might be tonight.
“We have a mutual friend.”
Thought so. But what of the square landscape tile? It *was* here. And he was right: ’twas a strange phenomenon and I don’t think it could be accident. Must be the work of Carrcassonnee again. I understand she has a car now that she can steer around. CAR.
“Don’t get to close to it,” peering Biff Carter warned once more. “Could be radioactive; could be a plant.. er, planted here by Umbrella.”
“Yeah, been meaning to ask you about that. Who, or what, is Umbrella? Red or maybe red and white striped.”
“Strip, yes.” Did he say strip?