“Sinkology is a relatively new development on Maebaleia.”
“Satori,” Option 01 corrected, trying to read his own manuscript.
“Yeah, what I said. But it started on Jeogeot and spread here. But first it skipped Maebaleia…”
“Yeahhh, and went to Corsica instead. Chasm Deep and also Egghill Sink, of course.”
“That’s where it picked up resonance from Earth.”
Option 01 stopped trying to read and lifted his head. “Your son Preston Weston is very interested in Earth, and getting rid of it.”
Option 02 met his eyes. “*Your* son.”
“Nothing but vampire drinks here. But…
… another door.”
“Each supposedly duplicate castle has its advantages and disadvantages compared to the other,” returns Option 02. “My guess is that they cancel each other out and are unimportant to the overall story here.”
Option 01 paused, again wishing he had a drink. “Like us?” he then asked.
“Ma, I’m home!”
“Do you think I’m pretty, Preston Weston?”
“Um, *sure* ma. Not as pretty as Mrs. Appletree, my geography teacher. But, yeah, pretty still. In a ma kind of way, heh.”
“Your *father* thinks I’m too fat.”
“Yes. Too fat.”
“Is, er, that why we’re not *eating*?” Preston Weston’s stomach rumbles again involuntarily. No food on the table, nothing being prepared. This was not the usual!
“He picks you up, he drops you off. God knows where he is before, between, and after.”
“Jeez ma. This is kind of *sad.* *You’re* sad. Do you want me to tell you one of my stories to cheer you up? I have a new one… listen, heh, South America is being invaded by giant ants…”
“*No*, Preston,” She looks at him directly now. “But… thanks. That’s very nice of you to offer.”
“Jeez ma,” Preston repeats more seriously, seeing the tears in her eyes.
“Drive over to the east coast now, Option 02?”