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heels. "Mengy? Is something the matter?"

"Oh no," he insisted, although he was sweating profusely—unusual in a place as cold
and clammy as this dull gray fortress. "Everything is"—he swallowed—"just fine."

"If you say so." She brushed her blond hair away from her face. It looked like
Mengy's knees were wobbling with some regularity, almost as a response to her every
action. "Shall we proceed?"

"Yes, Mother Antoinette," Menge replied hurriedly, averting his gaze as he ran past
her for the door. "Whatever you say."

Now, what could be the matter with him? Mother Antoinette smiled slightly, cracking
the whip behind her as she followed Mengy from the room.

Whatever his problems were, she had ways to find them out.
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There was the usual blue smoke.

"I hope you like this somewhat better," the Slime Monster's dour tones cut through
the smog.

Anything, Delores thought, had to be better than that last place. Still, if that last dark
and dangerous world was the place the Slime Monster called home, where might he
bring her next? She decided to reserve judgment on their new surroundings until the
smoke cleared.

Rays of sunlight cut through the thick blue fog, burning the remaining mist away in
only a few seconds. But where were they? They stood on a quiet, well kept street, sur-
rounded by a series of neat little white-frame houses set on a series of immaculate
green lawns. Like one of the nicer streets on Earth, Delores thought, only perhaps a
bit too bright, a bit too quiet, a bit too perfect.

Delores shivered. Too bright? Too perfect? She hoped Edward hadn't brought her to
one of those Musical Comedy worlds. The surfing world had been seductive enough.
If they had landed in one of those places where everyone was going to the fair or were
on the verge of celebrating some major holiday in song, Delores and the monster
might be doomed to stay here forever. Could that be what Edward truly wanted?

But Delores heard no distant orchestras or vocal choirs or hordes of tapping feet—
none of the telltale signs of musical comedy. Instead, she could hear only birds
chirping in the gentle breeze, and kids laughing as they rode their bikes in the
suburban sunshine.

"Walk this way," Edward instructed, shambling quickly down the street.

If I could walk that way—Delores stopped herself. This was no time for comedy of
any kind. She watched the tall, greenish-brown creature shuffle down the street before
her, and realized that this was the first time she had seen the Slime Monster in the
bright sunlight—the first time, in fact, she had seen the monster not hidden by shadow