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"Home?" Delores asked between the now-faltering screams. "You call a dark, foul-
smelling, noisy and dangerous place like this—home?"

"Yes, it is rather pleasant, isn't it?" Edward agreed. "But I sense you are not entirely
happy with our new surroundings. Probably has something to do with you being used
to sunshine, and all those other nasty bright lights." Edward sighed. "It is true, you
could not know this place the way I do."

The screams ended, and the roaring began again.

"I don't think I want to," Delores admitted.

"If you had only grown up here," Edward insisted, "the way I did. Oh, what happy
childhood memories, rooting in the muck for Tremendofly maggots! You should try
them. They're especially tasty, you know, just before they molt."

Tremendofly maggots? Despite her best efforts, Delores could feel despair seeping
into her soul.

"Now I know I don't want to," she replied sullenly.

Edward made a wet tsking sound with what passed for his mouth. "My dear Delores,
if only you'd give the place a chance. There is beauty here, all around us even now, in
the cry of the dying Razorbird, and the grumbling song of the Gigantasaur as it rends
and tears its evening meal. Or, if you listen carefully, you can hear the musical
bubbling of the distant phosphorescent swamp as it claims another victim.''

Now that Edward mentioned it, she did think she heard a distant bubbling noise,
accompanied by the ever-present distant screams. None of this was making Delores
feel any better. She had to get out of here-—somehow, anyhow. "Uh, Edward? Could
we go somewhere else and talk about this?"
"Too much, too soon, huh?" the muck-thing replied, sounding genuinely apologetic.
"Maybe I should have waited to bring you home. We slime monsters were always
impetuous. I'm sure it has something to do with our slippery constitution." Edward
chuckled. "Oh, we're going to have such a wonderful life together. Why, I think we've
just had our first domestic quarrel."

The monster took Delores' shoulder in his slimy yet firm grip. "Away we go," he
whispered close by her ear. She had to struggle not to choke on his fetid breath. "To
someplace that isn't quite so picturesque."

So, even though they would get away from here, she was still trapped in the Slime
Monster's embrace. But she had to remind herself that, even now, she wasn't alone.
Roger Gordon, the man she loved, had been chosen as the new Captain Crusader.
Surely, a man of Captain Crusader's stature would have to have tremendous resources.
Surely, Roger and their other allies could save her — somehow.

Edward's grip tightened.

"Keep watching the skies!" the Slime Monster yelled.