3.b.xi
She was tall
and strong.
Currently.
He was short
and feeble.
For now at
least.
“Hey, guess
what?” she said, not really asking a question and not waiting for a reply. “Our belt buckles have activated. You know, our Union belt buckles.”
He looked up,
his eyes sallow and tired though an ember of hope twinkled deep within them,
and said, “Really? After all this time?”
“Yep. I think he’s finally come back. In fact, I’m more than fairly certain because…
Well because the message is from him.”
He turned
away, a smile spreading across his face, and relaxed into his chair.
“Well then,”
he said. “We’ll have to get dressed up,
won’t we?”
She clasped
her hands and made excited, girlish noises.
“Yes, yes,
yes,” she said. Then she paused, a look
of concern suddenly arresting her face.
“Do you remember how to get there?
The Office I mean.”
He nodded.
She relaxed.
The twins,
Supply and Demand, would answer the call.
