Party Time

Hobbs Cain did not want to party.

The Party Zone on the Immaterial Plane roared with activity, every Blaseball team that fell out of reach of the playoffs delivered immediately after their last game. Hobbs had been walking to the locker room when it happened, feeling first his fur stand on end before he stumbled into the post-season celebration with a blink. He still wasn’t used to it, and he was sure he never would be.

The Party Zone reminded him of an open space at a stadium, with players roaming from group to group, laughing about the season, hugging old friends that had been separated in the Feedback, grabbing tacos together. Los Angeli brought the tacos, of course. They never didn’t have tacos. Hobbs longed for anything else. At least in Sunken Halifax they had krill chips. He’d never realized how much he’d miss krill chips.

Off to one side of the Party Zone was the field. Hobbs stood at the fence, watching the games that happened below. Every current blaseball game played out on the field below, all at the same time. He darted his eyes over the players, trying to catch who was playing. They all blended together. Even an eight foot tall slugger would be hard to pick out.

There was a flash on the field. A rogue umpire stood over a smoking pile of ash. Hobbs gripped the fence until the wire dug into his hands. He didn’t stick around to see who was summoned.

Hobbs could see The Moon by a quiet corner of the Party Zone. Which meant the Moist Talkers had arrived. He skulked over, giving the taco table a wide berth. Mooney Doctor stood with a drink in her hand, enjoying the relative solitude, talking softly with her wife, The Moon. The Moon loomed next to her, glowing warmly.

“Hobbs,” Mooney said, giving him a nod.

“Doctor,” Hobbs said. “I never got to say it, but good job. With Hotdogfingers, I mean.”

“It was a team effort. Your notes were indispensable.”

“Thanks for following through.”

“Well,” Mooney said. She took a long drink. “I think we made a mistake.”

“I don’t. Someone needs to show the Gods we are not their playthings.”

“The Gods aren’t afraid of us.”

“Well, I’m not afraid of them.”

“They got Gloom this time.”

“They got…” Hobbs blinked. “Wow…”

“Rest in Violence,” Mooney said from behind her drink.

“Rest in Violence, Gloom.” Hobbs left a moment of silence the stalwart batter. “Do you know-“

“We haven’t seen him.”

Hobbs flinched.

“But,” Mooney said, as if to offer Hobbs a lifeline, “that doesn’t mean anything. The Tigers aren’t here yet.”

“Yeah…” Hobbs said, looking away. The Squid had wandered over to the Party Zone, looming twenty stories over them, looking down and softly “hmmmm”ing. “What about York?”

“York’s okay,” Mooney said. She actually sounded relieved. “Someone stepped in for him.” She motioned over her shoulder.

PolkaDot Patterson leaned against a wall, enclosed in a giant peanut shell. Hobbs could tell it was them, the shell looking focused and mercenary and aloof.

“H-hey, PeeDee,” Hobbs said.

“Cain,” PolkaDot said.

“Uhm… That was kind of you.”

If a peanut could shrug, it did. “Silk’s a good kid. He didn’t deserve this.”

“I don’t think you do either.”

“That’s Blaseball,” PolkaDot said.

“Yeah… Do you want a taco or…”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, I don’t like them much either.” Hobbs looked away again, towards the field. His whiskers twitched.

“I’m sure he’s okay,” PolkaDot said. “We’d know if he wasn’t. We care about him too, you know.”

Hobbs nodded. “Yeah. I know.”

“You should relax,” Mooney said. “You’re in Party Time. Get a drink and have fun.”

“I can’t. No one is safe until they’re in here. And as long as he’s out there, he’s not safe. That’s why we are fighting the Gods.”

“You haven’t see then Taco’s bullpen, have you?” She pointed to the the Tacos, who gathered around the taco buffet. Five giant peanuts bobbed around, looking like they were having a good time, for what it was worth.

“They did it,” Hobbs said. “They’re on strike.”

“Players are fighting in their own way,” Mooney said. “That’s something.”

“That is.” Hobbs smiled a little. “I think I’m going to go say hi.”

“Take care, Hobbs.”

“Doctor.” He nodded to The Moon. “Nice to see you again.”

The Moon regarded him.

Hobbs wandered in towards the Tacos, not in a hurry. He pulled his coat tighter on his shoulders, trying to force his mind on to anything else. He even thought he might be able to get himself to eat a taco.

And Hobbs has so successfully gotten into his head that he didn’t recognize the sound of squishing footsteps behind him. Only when they had fallen into step next to him did he notice. He turned, looking up, his eyes wide.

Richmond Harrison bobbed along next to him, just as he had before, when they were team mates.

“Hey, buddy,” Hobbs said softly. “I was worried about you.”

Richmond looked down at him, smiling, his familiar smile. Hobbs was never sure if Richmond was ever fully aware of what was happening, but he was always happy to be there.

Richmond warbled, and motioned to the party around them.

“It is nice to see everyone again,” Hobbs said. “How was your season?”

Richmond warbled out story, a long gurgled tale.

“I did see Jaylen,” Hobbs said. “I’m glad she’s back too. I heard she hit you with a pitch though.”

Richmond shrugged and warbled.

“I know it’s not her fault. But I was worried.”

Richmond clicked at Hobbs.

“Because you could have gone away,” Hobbs said, doing his best not to look at Richmond.

Richmond gurgled a laugh. He grabbed Hobbs and picked him up, putting him on his shoulders, like he had done during so many games. He warbled out a few short syllables, slowly advancing towards the tacos.

Hobbs smiled, glad Richmond couldn’t see him wiping away tears. “I know, buddy. I’ll always be your friend, too.”

[g]

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Elliot spent the better part of the next week laying on the couch in the fetal position, starting at the wall. Z worked around her, moving her legs when she wanted to sit down and watch TV. She left out food for Elliot, and made sure she was covered when she finally did fall asleep. She tried to get Elliot to talk about it, but Elliot only continued to stare, making little sounds in the back of her throat.

It was Meryl that finally snapped Elliot out of her catatonic state. She came over that Friday evening, as cheerful as ever.

“Come on! We’re going to go to the Ave and get you stuff,” she said. She pulled harder, getting her weight into it, and Elliot tumbled to the ground. “Ha!” Meryl raised her arms above her head.

Elliot lay staring up at the ceiling, blinked, and tried to get up. “What’s on the Ave?”

“You know the place with the gargoyles out front?”

“Y-… maybe?”

“So someone a few doors down, above the shops, has a place with stuff for potions and spells.”

“It’s literally her kitchen,” Z said, watching from her own kitchen.

“Sometimes she has soup!” Meryl said excitedly.

Elliot considered this. She sat on the ground, pulling her knees to her chest. “Soup is nice.”

Meryl sat down across from Elliot. “Got some sads, huh?”

Elliot shrugged.

“Shark week?”

“That’s next week,” Elliot said softly.

“I suspect,” Z said, “that her date went bad.”

“It was nice,” Elliot said. She didn’t look at Z.

“She won’t tell me what happened.”

Meryl put her hands on Elliot knees. “And she doesn’t have to. Buuuut she should come hang out with us tonight.” She gave Elliot a smile.

Elliot met her gaze, and her eyes darted away. “Okay.”

“Yay!” Meryl stood and pulled Elliot up, much to Elliot’s surprise. “Go go go get ready!” She pushed Elliot towards the bathroom.

“Gah okay fine!” Elliot stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door, but Meryl could hear the little giggle behind the door.

An hour later they were on University Avenue. Ty and Gimble met them there, and they prowled the street as a coven, if that was possible. Meryl took Elliot by the hand and talked away about a costume from a video game she wanted to make for convention season next year. Elliot felt herself smiling, even just a little, at Meryl’s enthusiasm.

“Elliot, you’ve not been feeling well?” Gimble turned back to look at her. Z was up with Gimble and Ty, walking in front of them. That gossip.

“Uhm… I guess?”

“I think her date went bad,” Z said again.

“Leave her alone,” Meryl said, still cheerful, but with an edge of protectiveness that Elliot suddenly never wanted to cross paths with.

“Right Determination hurt you?” Gimble asked.

“No…” Elliot said. Her ears pressed against her head, and she felt totally exposed. “She’d never…”

Z’s ears perked. “Oh… oh! Oh, she didn’t hurt you at all! Did she kiss you??”

Elliot felt her face flushing. She looked away.

“Oh my god! Wait, was that your first kiss??”

“Hey, come on,” Meryl said. She squeezed Elliot’s hand. “It’s none of your business.”

“Everyone moves at their own pace,” Gimble said to Z, politely but firmly.

“You should probably talk to her, if she made you uncomfortable,” Ty said. “She seemed nice, I bet she’d appreciate knowing.”

They turned back to find Meryl and Elliot gone.

Meryl had pulled Elliot into a tea shop a few doors behind the other witches. She steered Elliot to a seat behind a wall, where they couldn’t be seen. She swooped away, and a moment later came back with boba tea for the two of them. Elliot started to pull out her wallet.

“Put that away,” Meryl said. “You don’t have a job.”

“Thanks,” Elliot said softly.

“You okay?”

Elliot sat back. “Yeah. I think so.”

“They were being jerks,” Meryl said, looking around the wall to see if the other witches had found them. “They mean well, believe it or not, but they weren’t reading the room.”

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not. You have a right to refuse to talk about anything.”

Elliot nodded. “But I mean, like… the Ardy thing is stupid too.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No…” She looked down at her cup of tea, at the foil that covered the top, some bright and cheerful written in Korean. “She did kiss me.”

“Aw, buddy. You sound so sad about it.”

“I froze. I thought I wanted it. I think I still do? I feel like I can’t pin down what I want. I think maybe she caught me off guard?”

“That’s totally possible,” Meryl said. She tilted her head in thought. “You have trouble letting people get close, I think.”

Elliot frowned. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not. All of us have our own trauma. There was one time where I could count the times I went outside in a year on one hand. That was a really bad time for me. But it gets better.”

Elliot’s eyes grew wide. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay! I’m here now.” She put her hand on Elliot’s. “I never did get to show you my cool scar. Now really isn’t the place.” She flashed a knowing smile at Elliot.

Elliot laughed.

“I hope you can get to a place where you feel comfortable,” Meryl said. She took a drink of her tea. “We can practice kissing if you want.”

Elliot laughed again. “God, shut up.” Meryl kept her hand on Elliot’s, and Elliot didn’t feel the need to move it.

Meryl’s phone buzzed. She looked at it. “Oh, they finally noticed we’re missing.” She started texting. “Meet. Us. At. Pink. Gorilla.”

“Ohh…” Elliot said. “Can we go in?”

“We sure as hell are going in,” Meryl said. She stood and pulled Elliot with her. They walked down the street hand in hand, talking about going to conventions, and how she met Z and Ty at Comic Con, until they caught up with the other three witches. They welcomed Elliot back, and Elliot nodded at them. She didn’t say it, but she was glad they noticed she was gone.

They started across the street. The world suddenly grew cold, and Elliot froze.

Clouds boiled over the street, dark, heavy clouds, blotting out the sun. Elliot felt the fur on her neck stand on end, the air crackling with electricity. Her ears twitched. The birds had stopped singing, the noise from the streets around them gone. Streetlights began to flicker on. Elliot looked around, spotting her friends, but no one else, the streets deserted.

A bright light flashed in front of them, and Elliot turned away to shield her eyes. Lightning split the horizon in half, rumbling deep in Elliot’s chest. And when it fizzled away, four figures stood on the street.

They were men, young men, split fifty-fifty humans and furs. The humans were white, their hair cropped close. One of the furs was a tiger. They all wore t-shirts, themed after one convention or another, surprisingly ill-fitting jeans, and even more surprisingly stylish sneakers, except for the last one. The Nerd stood with them, watching Elliot carefully.

Elliot furrowed her brow, matching The Nerd’s gaze. It felt like he was almost trying to squeeze thoughts at her. At any rate, he didn’t look happy to be there.

Gimble and Z moved up in front of the rest of the witches. Gimble was speaking quietly to herself, making subtle motions with her hand. Z cracked her knuckles.

“Witches,” one of the humans shouted. Elliot recognized him from when she was down at the garage with Locke’s car.

“What’s up, nerds?” Z shouted back.

“You have been sticking your snoots where they don’t belong.” The human said.

“Why don’t you bring your dad jeans over here and we can talk about where you can stick your snoot,” Z said.

“You are playing with forces you don’t understand.”

“Can we wait a moment?” Gimble said. “Because we don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t know because you do not understand. You are not capable of understanding,” he said. The other two wizards laughed. The Nerd did not. “Witches could not begin to understand.”

“Again,” Gimble said, “we have no idea what you’re talking about. And second, I don’t think you know anything.”

The lead wizards started forward, and the other three followed.

“Nope, you stay right there.” Gimble waved her hand. Green orbs of light flowed from her, weaving their way to the wizards, binding them to the street. “You don’t get to stalk us and then threaten us and then demand we not take it personally.”

“You don’t get to call us stupid, either,” Z said.

Elliot stepped forward, past Z and Gimble. “Whatever your beef is, it’s with me. You’ve been following me and I want to know why.” Meryl ran up behind Elliot and took her hand, trying to pull her back.

“Don’t do this,” she said. “Don’t.”

“I’m tired of this,” Elliot said to Meryl. “I’m tired of being afraid.”

The lead wizard let out an incredulous laugh. “Following you? You were the one that showed up at every sensitive site we know.”

“Sensitive site?” Elliot asked. She tilted her head. “What-”

“You were in the Highway 99 Tunnel last weekend.”

“Wait-”

“You were at the flair up before the Sounders game.”

“The flair-”

“We know you were at the garage where Locke’s car is being hidden,” the panda said.

“Oh, it speaks,” Z said.

“WAIT-” Elliot said.

“We know you’ve been following Ilo,” the other human said. “Because wherever he is, you are too.”

“And we know you let the banshee loose,” the main wizard said.

Elliot felt Meryl trying to pull her back. All she could do was stand there, stunned. “What is happening?”

“It’s clear that you are after what we know. You have been noticed.”

The lead wizard drew a shape in the air, and it glowed to a blinding light. When it cleared, he and the other wizards were unbound. The lead wizard stepped into a stance, holding his hands in front of him.

“We have been sent to eliminate you.”

“What?” The second human said.

“What??” Ilo the nerd said.

“WHAT?” Elliot took a step back. Ty grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back, putting her behind all of them.

“Witch, prepare to die.” He lifted his hands, and bust into flames.

Elliot sat stunned for a moment, and then let out a low, satisfied laugh. Blood poured from her nose.

“YES!” Gimble said, turning back to Elliot. “Finally!”

The panda threw a spell around the lead wizard, and the fire began to slowly burn out. The lead wizard collapsed, gasping for air as the spell dissipated. The other human side armed a volley of fire at the witches. Gimble blocked them with a wide, luminous shield.

Elliot dove behind a car parked on the side of the road. She looked around. The Nerd was nowhere she could see. She held her palm open, feeling magic pool in it. She watched the lead wizard struggle to get up. She threw the ball, aiming for his head. It skipped across the ground like a meteorite, before shattering on a final skip. All the same, the wizard was pelted with white hot magic. He hissed and fell backwards.

Ty grabbed a copy of the Stranger from its box and unfolded it, laying it flat on the ground. She put her hands on it and mumbled to herself. The newspaper glowed, and she stood on it. It pushed off the ground, and Ty kicked forward like she was on a skateboard. She got a good distance down the street, pulled into a wide turn, and then kick flipped into the sky.

Elliot watched Z deflect volley after volley from the panda until they were nearly face to face. She squared up to him, easily eight or nine inches shorter that him, and punched him hard in the throat. The panda fell. Z threw a spell down. “Stay down!”

Elliot threw another thaumic ball, bouncing it once before it sailed right past the other human. He watched it pass, and then locked eyes with Elliot.

Meryl hadn’t moved from the street. She stood, watching everything, looking pleased with the chaos. A whistling bolt of magic came at her, and she deflected it away, sending it spiraling into a parked car. The car imploded like it had been t-boned by a semi.

“Meryl!” Elliot called. “Get over here, you’re going to get killed!”

Meryl beamed at her. “Silly goose,” she said. “You know I can’t be killed in any meaningful way.”

On cue, Ty dive bombed the three wizards, dropping green fire on them as she swooped away. Meryl cackled.

Ty steered herself back to the street. “Meryl, you’re going to get hurt.”

Another missile sailed at Meryl. She slapped it away again, and it spun into the air before fizzling out in a brilliant blue cascade. Elliot laughed a little. Meryl genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself.

Gimble and Z stood by two of the wizards, binding them to a street light. The Nerd was still nowhere to be found. Elliot scanned for the lead wizard, catching a flash behind a car. She filled her palm again, watching, focused.

The lead wizard slid out from behind a car opposite them. Elliot hurled the ball of magic at him. This time, she could feel how right it was, how on target it was. It stayed in the air, flying in a beautiful arc, on target, throwing sparks like a tiny comet.

The wizard simply pivoted and with the wave of a hand, parried the blast, deflecting it back.

“Meryl!” Elliot called.

Meryl turned just at the magic hit her in the side, knocking her to the ground. She didn’t get up, laying on her side, smoke rising from a fresh wound. The wizard laughed.

“MERYL!” Ty called. She started towards the bobcat, but fell back as the wizard unloaded at her, throwing everything he had from his fortified spot. Gimble and Z ran at them, but before they could make it, The Nerd popped out from behind a car. He made quick motion with his hand, and for a moment, he was in two places at once, down the street where he had hidden, and at Meryl’s side. The Nerd down the street vanished, and the one at Meryl’s side drew a hole in the fabric of reality and disappeared into it, taking the witch with him.

Ty screamed, piercing the night, and it was as if it broke the seal around them. The world came to life again, the sound of cars bombarding them. More importantly, police sirens bellowed from down the street. A non-descript black sedan skidded to a stop in the intersection closest to them, and Agent Lebeux stepped out.

“Are you idiots having a magical shootout IN THE STREET??” She shouted.

“It’s the cops!” Elliot shouted back. “Scatter!”

Gimble and Z grabbed Ty, who was desperately trying to get to the spot where Meryl had been, tears streaming down her cheeks. They pulled her to a wall across the street from Elliot, and drew out a door. Gimble opened the door and ushered both of them in. She scanned until she found Elliot and waved her over.

Elliot froze, a million thoughts going through her head. The biggest one, though, shouted at her. YOUR FAULT. YOUR FAULT. She shook her head and started down the street. Gimble jumped through the door, sealing it behind her.

Elliot picked up into a trot, then a jog, running down University Avenue. Ahead, an alcove for an apartment entrance. Gimble appeared suddenly, another door open. “Come on! Let’s go home!”

Elliot backed away.

“Elliot,” Gimble said. “Come home, please.” She held out her hand for Elliot.

Elliot backed away. “I’m sorry.” She said, feeling tears beginning to well in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt her and I’m sorry.” She held her hand up, and a moment later, quicker than it ever had any business getting there, her broom dropped into her hand. She ran down the street, jumping on the broom and flying into the night.

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Lemuria started to sprout in the South Lake Union area about five years before, spreading down from its castle on a hill into the forgotten industrial playground that had once been eyed for a public space to rival Central Park. Lemuria grew like mushrooms, thriving on the decay on a once-industrial city. Soon, it began to consume its surroundings, until the land between I-5 and Highway 99 was solidly part of its urban continent.

You know Lemuria. You got all your Christmas presents from Lemuria last year. Half of all websites you read are hosted on Lemuria servers. Lemuria created the digital assistant that sits on your counter top. You last asked her to play Abba. You said, Lem, play “Mamma Mia,” and she said, Okay, playing “Mamma Mia,” here we go again. She’s so funny.

You probably bought this book from Lemuria. You know Lemuria.

Right Determination watched the rise of Lemuria, at first with curiosity, then with slow, building dread. She knew a tyrant when she saw one. Once, she was happy to indulge in the novelty of ordering books from the Internet — the Internet itself was a novelty she never would have dreamed of when she and her group first set foot on the land of the People of the Inside. Now, she saw Lemuria for what it was: a dangerous kingdom lead by a smiling thief, a nightmare that sought to keep its victims asleep forever, where it could thrive.

The sky over the Olympics turned a nice bright gray, the sun in the east finally peeking over the Cascades. If gray could be warm, it would be that kind of gray. Right Determination watched out the window of her apartment for a moment, watching a ferry dock at its terminal. She prepared coffee in the coffee maker, one she rarely ever used for more than a cup or two. She filled the pot this time, having a hunch that Elliot would be able to take whatever else she didn’t. And for a moment, she was at peace with the world, the towers of Lemuria to the north aside.

Elliot had fallen asleep a few hours before. She slumped over on the couch, and Right Determination covered her in a blanket, letting her have her sleep. And while Right Determination was enjoying the company immensely, she also enjoyed the solitary still hours of the early morning.

This was not how Right Determination had intended to end their date. Her apartment hadn’t entered into it at all, unless they had been too tired to stay out, and even then, returning to Cassie’s charming coffee shop would their first option. Right Determination had a feeling that Cassie wouldn’t care if the two of them had fallen asleep on one of her couches. But her own apartment, that was something else entirely. The last thing she wanted was to scare her new companion away.

Elliot stirred on the couch. She sat up, looking around wearily, squinting in the low light.

“Good morning,” Right Determination said.

“Hi,” Elliot said. Her headfur fell in front of her eyes, and she brushed it away, kind of. “What time is it?”

“A little after six,” the demon said. She hadn’t bothered to put her disguise back on, and after a moment she realized Elliot was staring.

“In the morning?”

“In the morning,” Right Determination said, amused.

Elliot struggled to stand, sleepily finding her footing. “Sorry. I should go.”

“Why are you sorry?” The demon said. “Stay, I made coffee.”

Elliot stumbled to the kitchen. Right Determination handed her a mug. Elliot inhaled the scent of the coffee deeply, and let out a long sigh. “Thank you.”

“I thought you’d want some.”

Elliot nodded and began to drink. She watched Right Determination move to a window, sipping her coffee and watching the world outside. Elliot’s ears twitched.

“I fell asleep, huh?” She asked.

The demon smiled. “You did. It was cute.”

Elliot looked away, letting her eyes wander the open loft. She started at he sloped walls, and noticed they kept going up, rising a few floors up to a flat ceiling. She looked out the window, looking at downtown Seattle, the Columbia Tower to her right. Right Determination watched, quietly sipping her coffee. Elliot turned back to the demon.

“I always wondered who lived up here,” she said.

“Surprise,” the demon said.

Elliot looked down to her coffee. “Are you mad at me? Should I go?”

“Oh! No! I am not mad, I was just…” Right Determination hesitated.

Elliot approached carefully, watching the demon closely. “This was too early.”

“It was. That portal trick is programed to go back to one place…”

The raccoon got closer, but kept her distance. “It’s nice. Honestly? I expected something like this.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, like… you’re sophisticated and smart and you’ve seen a lot of history. And like, your shop is really fancy too. You like charcuterie. I bet you could spell charcuterie.”

Right Determination laughed a little. “Well, I suppose I’m glad I set expectations well.”

Elliot got closer, trying to look out the window the demon stood by. It was a straight shot down Second, looking at the International District, and directly at King Street Station. Elliot followed Ardy’s gaze, watching a commuter train come in from the south.

“You like trains, huh?” Elliot asked.

“I like that trains go somewhere,” Ardy said. “I like the journey, and at the end of the line there’s somewhere else completely different.”

“That’s really nice,” Elliot said. They stood next to each other now. “I came here on the train. Just from Spokane, but…”

“Did you do your trick and hide from them?”

“They never knew I was there,” Elliot said.

“It’s very impressive.” Ardy thought for a moment. She very slowly reached out and put her hand on the small of Elliot’s back. Elliot’s ears perked, but she leaned ever so slightly into Ardy.

“Uhm…” Elliot said. She didn’t dare look at the demon. “I had a really good time.”

“I glad. I did too.”

They stood together for a moment, just watching the world go by, the people below unaware of the people watching them from Smith Tower.

“So…” Elliot started. “What… happened in the tunnel last night?”

Ardy considered this quietly. “I do believe that was your friend.”

“He’s…” Elliot stopped, her ears flattening on her head. She narrowed her eyes. “That was The Nerd. What was he doing there?”

“And who was with him?”

Ardy felt Elliot tense.

“Are you okay?”

Elliot stumbled over her words before saying, “Wizards. There’s more wizards. I didn’t know there were witches two weeks ago and now we know there’s at least three or four wizards and they were doing SOMETHING in the tunnel, and one of them is the jerk that keeps following me.”

“Don’t forget about demons,” Ardy said.

Elliot swayed a little, and Ardy steadied her. “I’m… scared? I think? Like, I feel like this means something, but I don’t know what it is. I know so much less than I did two weeks ago.”

“Your world got bigger,” Ardy said.

“It did.” She watched out the window, and sighed heavily. She scrubbed her face with her free hand. “I’m so tired of being afraid.”

Ardy slipped her hand up to Elliot’s shoulder and pulled her into a side hug. “That’s a good place to start,” she said. “We can figure out a way to make you not afraid.”

Elliot leaned into the hug, her eyes closed. She didn’t say anything, and they let the silence hold the conversation for a moment.

“Well,” Ardy started, suddenly cheerful. “I think it’s time we found some breakfast.”

“Aren’t you tired?” Elliot asked. Ardy understood the question.

“You will have to try much harder to wear out your welcome.” She turned and strode to the kitchen to set down her coffee. Elliot watched, approaching carefully. Ardy too her cup too. “The coffee shop downstairs has a wonderful breakfast.”

Elliot smiled a little. She didn’t know what to say, except, “That sounds nice.”

“Good,” Ardy said. She put a jacket on, somehow looking more put together than she did the night before. She straightened her hair in a mirror, and in an instant she looked like a human again. She smiled at Elliot. “I have so much more to learn about you.”

“I can’t even imagine what part of me would be interesting to you.”

“Nonsense.”

“Like, the most exciting thing in my life is that I found a working Nintendo 64 at Goodwill for twenty bucks.”

“With Mario Kart?”

“No, but I got that later,” she said. “Did… do you play video games?”

“I never gave my attention to this Nin-ten-do 64,” Ardy said. “In this house we honor Sega, thank you.”

“What?” Elliot laughed and joined her at the top of the steps. “You’re so much more of a nerd than I thought.”

“You will never know the joy of seeing an arcade-perfect conversion of Space Harrier on a home console,” Ardy said.

“You’re so old!” Elliot blurted. She slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry sorry sorry.”

Ardy only beamed at her.

“I desperately want to know about 1980s Ardy.”

“Do you want to see pictures of my perm?”

“YES.”

“I’ll show you after breakfast.” She held her hand out for Elliot. Giggling, Elliot took it, and Ardy pulled her closer. She put her arm around Elliot’s back, holding her hand as if they were dancing. Elliot gasped, blushing. Ardy leaned in and carefully kissed Elliot on the cheek.

She felt Elliot tense again, freezing in her arms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think-”

“N-no, it’s fine.” Elliot pulled away. “It’s okay. I should go, though.”

“Do you not want breakfast?”

“I’m okay!” Elliot said. She stepped back. “I’ll be okay. Thank you, though.” She retreated down the steps, and Ardy heard her fumble with her door lock, and speedily exited. The door closed with a clack.

Ardy sighed, dropping her arms to her side. She went back to the coffee she had left on the counter, which was slowly getting cold. Still, it was coffee. She knew she shouldn’t feel bad. How many dates had she been on that ended badly? This wasn’t even that bad, all things considered. And she knew that she had had so many promising relationships end after date two. This was nothing new.

Still, she sighed. She liked that witch.

She moved back to the window, slowly sipping her coffee, watching the trains come in.

Ardy’s phone vibrated on her kitchen counter. She picked it up and opened her texts.

“I don’t know how to get out”

Ardy laughed. She took a second to compose herself and went to go rescue Elliot.

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