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“Ishmael?” he said again.

Ishmael smiled, showing a dazzling array of teeth. “Correct, Doctor.”

Dr. Cutler slowly lowered his head and looked across the table at Herman.
“Ishmael?” he asked in a whisper.

Herman simply nodded.

Dr. Cutler gave one big body twitch, a nose-to-butt spasm that should have
broken bones, and then looked back up at Ishmael. “The door to this room is
locked and I know that the guards would not have let you in.”

Herman sighed. This was more in step with the old Dr. Cutler that he knew
and loathed. When faced with something as impossible as Ishmael, that was the
most imaginative question that he could come up with — a locked door.
 “Doors are a concept I choose not to participate in.” said Ishmael, who
reached toward Dr. Cutler with his stubby hand, which suddenly became paper-flat,
twisted at right angles, folded over, and then simply vanished. A stump of an arm,
perfectly sliced, showing bone and muscle, but not bleeding or spewing bits, hung in
front of Dr. Cutlet’s face.

“I see,” whispered Dr. Cutler, who then burped, his cheeks suddenly swelling
as his mouth filled with something that had just been tossed up his throat, and then
slowly deflated as he swallowed it back down.

Again Herman was impressed.

There was a lot more to Dr. Cutler than he had ever imagined. The first time
he had met Ishmael he had run through a glass wall at the Mirage and spent a month
in the Clark County nut bin.

“The critical juncture has arrived,” said Ishmael, now looking over at Herman.
“And you will require assistance.”

Herman tried to say something, but there was no time. He suddenly realized
that he was no longer looking at Ishmael, but was somehow seeing the inside of his
own head.

His eyeballs had inverted.

His mouth suddenly swallowed his face.

And then he actually kissed his own ass good-bye.

Stop it,” said Herman as he took a swipe at Dr. Cutler and knocked the pens
out of his hand. “You’re looking too damn twitchy.”

Dr. Cutler simply nodded, bit at his lip, and then began to suck on his thumb.
Herman didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d handled his first encounter