“Something happened in Belliseria, Johnny, I mean *Arthur* — DAMN: **Lemont**.”
“Yes??” Much like Mr. Ubermodel at the time, he was all ears. Where has she been???”
“Anyway, it was undone. The Orient, Johnny Arthur Lemont. Thing like that can happen there.”
“So… something *happened* in Belliseria and… *unhappened* in Omega?” He began thinking the obvious.
“Yes. I went a little — crazy.”
We’ll have to start over, he thought here. We’ll just have to move on and start over.
“Where are you *now*??” he said into the receiver in his house in Nautilus. *Their* house. If he can find her and bring her back and she’s okay after that.
She looked around. “Bus,” she managed. “Heading… um, don’t know what direction.”
“Can you see the Sun?” Lemont tried.
“No. Dark.” Void, she thought. Was she *there*? Had she been cursed through being so mean to Johnny?”
“Anyone with you now?”
She had to keep driving, but she glanced around the bus real quick. She wasn’t sure otherwise. “No,” she said after checking, returning her eyes to the road.
“Do you have another tracker on you besides the phone? Doesn’t seem to be working as such now — may be too far away. Maybe from that Umbrella Club you were at?”
Umbrella Club, she thought. She doesn’t recall an Umbrella Club. Then she remembered legs — removing them from the sun back into the shade. The torch-like sun. So hot. Did she have another tracker about her? She recalled… a photograph.
(to be continued)
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