“What happened to you? Tell me *every-thing.*”
“There was this other man. Todd. Lured me into a trap. Triangles.”
“Triangles?”
“Irresolved, he said. Called me in to help.”
“Mushrooms?” she picked up. “Should have let him down. Slow and eassy.”
“Yeah, I know that *now*.”
“Right. Okay. Continue.”
“A dreaming boy. 5 cats out on a limb. The boy dreams the cats, the limb. It is he. They are waiting for the one who chops the limb off. Fallen.”
Uninjured Wonderlady sits back. “How is High Fidelity doing anyway?”
With this they enter the sphere (*POP*).
