9. Fears and Failures

It was late Monday morning on a Seattle Autumn day as two young men walked the campus of The Estate.  Both of their minds were full of visions of their latest excursion or lists of to do now they were back.  The older one, no taller or larger than his companion looked out at the world around him furtively. His younger companion flicked idly through a well thumbed notebook trying to make sense of the world.  Without preamble, their quiet shared contemplation was broken by the elder who finally voiced a question he’d been holding like a hot rock in his mouth.

“So, when you say you’re 15, what do you mean by that?”  Rain asked casually if a question of general conversation.

“That’s an age concept…right?” Algernon responded nervously, these questions were always fraught.

“But what do you mean by it.  You do know you won’t be legally able to drink in a few days, right?”

Algernon shook his head, unsure in disbelief or surprise that it needed saying.

“I actually don’t know how old I am.”

“Oh!”  Rain stopped in surprise, making his companion stop as  well, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Rain considered Algernon for a moment as if making a decision.  He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. In the end he glanced away and added, “You know you can always tell me stuff like this.”

Algernon nodded but felt then on that something had been left unsaid. There had to be a better way of gaining information than these obfuscating words.

At the same time, across campus in the labs of The Estate, a female scientist was berating one of her co-workers.  It’s not until the words were heard that listeners just outside the door would realise that she was a junior operative just returned from a mission and he was her supervisor.

“I told you I wasn’t ready for fieldwork, why do you insist I continue to go on these missions?”  Peggy complained to Hertzfeld without regard to his rank or who may be listening.

“As I understand you did rather well.”

“And I got stabbed!”
“That is unfortunate, but that is why you go out with a team.”  Hertzfeld was not to be belittled by Peggy’s negativity, “You just can’t learn everything you need to know in the lab.”

“Anyone who says that is just not trying hard enough.”  She grumbled well aware that exactly what he said of his own career.  “Anyway we did find some translation keys.”

“See.  Well done.”  She handed them over to him all anger seemingly forgotten. “Do you know where they could be from?”

“No, but leave them with me.” Hertzfeld put the bucket, med kit box and signet ring down on his desk, “Tell me about your latest translation.”

Peggy gave a verbal report on the Spiral Dust transportation through Railsea including the interest that a particular giant mole took in the raw mineral. She mentioned Caw Eh Carve and the information about Crows Hollow he had provided as well as a detailed account of the arrival of Elvin Lightfeather.

“And then he stabbed me.”

“Just once?” Hertzfeld replied dryly.  His attempt at humour was ignored.

“We also got the name of a prominent character involved in the Spiral Dust smuggling.  A Don Whitecliff?”
“Oh, we know of Whitecliff, a very prominent character all round. I look forward to reading all about it in your report, but…”  he gestured to an adjacent room, “In the meantime, I’ve been waiting to hear your thoughts on my little project, it has to do with the thonic your party brought in a few weeks ago.”

He lead her through to his private lab where he had a glass aquarium with a single pebble inside.  Beside it, a metal glove attached to a power cord. Hertzfeld had shown the gloves to Peggy before and it had some potential at phasing through solid materials.  Hertzfeld now plugged in his glove and put it on.

“Now watch this.” and he slowly moved his hand through the glass of the aquarium and picked up the pebble within.
“You succeeded at material differential phasing?” she sounded impressed as he dropped the pebble back on the glass surface of the aquarium and pulled his hand through its wall. 

“It takes a lot of juice and it’s hardly portable at the moment but yes, the experiments have been very positive so far.” Hertzfeld unplugged the device and handed it to Peggy.

“But what if we incorporate what I’ve been able to gather from my research and actually the tap The Strange for the energy to power it…”

“That’s exactly why I’m here,”  Rain said as he as Algernon walked into the lab “but my query is a little more personal.”

“Good.  Are you ready for the spiral dust experiment?” Peggy. Rain instantly looked like he was ready to turn and walk straight out of the lab again all thought of Hertzfeld’s notes forgotten.

“Oh there’s so much to do right now.”  Rain started backing out only to bump into Algernon walking behind him,   “I want to train with Algernon and we’ve been asked to check the video feeds…”

“Don’t you want to do these experiments anymore?”  

“No…I mean yes, I do…I…”

“And don’t you want to do it safely with all medical facilities standing by if something goes wrong?”

“Yes… that sounds good.”  He winced.

“And Algernon are you willing to help?”

“You said you’d watch didn’t you?” Rain’s head snapped around to Algernon.

“Yes I will be there for Rain.”  Algernon replied stoically, voicing no opinion of his own.

Peggy took a calming breath, 

“So, what’s the problem?”

Rain looked around him, at the practical Peggy, the curious Hertzfeld and the imperious Algernon.  He felt trapped, but it was a trap of his own making, one he wanted to walk into ever since finding out about the Spiral Dust.  A chance to touch The Strange, maybe harness its energies like Peggy did with her machines, like the others do with their powers.  At the same time the memories brought out by another experiment seventeen years previous made him scramble for his puzzle box.

“Because…because people get things wrong, stuff goes wrong…”
“Do you think I’ll hurt you?” Peggy asked almost insulted.

“No…look.  I’ve done something like this before and it didn’t go well.”
“A drug trial?  For what? At college?”

“A London University.  It was experimental, a drug trial for depression. They gave me LSD.”

“What happened?”

“I didn’t have depression and…there was a bad trip…a very bad trip.”  He turned to Peggy, his eyes large and swimming from frustration and shame, but his expression was full conviction.  “Look, I know this stuff isn’t the same thing at all, we know what it does, I don’t think the same thing will happen.  I want to do this.”

“Okay then.”Peggy replied more conciliatory, “I’ve booked a room near the medical unit, not in my lab.  Algernon will be there and we’ll start with the very lowest dose I believe will still have an effect. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes.” Rain replied more confidently than he felt.

“Right, we’ll reconvene this afternoon.   Don’t eat or drink anything more today.”

“I don’t think I could.”

In the hours before the Spiral Dust experiment, Algernon got busy with the task they had been set, going through the footage at the warehouse.  Visits to the warehouse and diminished significantly since they closed that little operation, but there was at least one person that visited twice in the four days they’d been in Railsea.  Carefully Algernon captured numerous images of the woman in her mid 30s, blond, tall, 180cm to compare her to the door, right handed (the hand she used to knock) wearing tie-dye shirt, jacket, jeans and sunglasses.

With his new information he went and found Rain in a room near the medical unit.

“Hey Rain, I’ve been thinking.  Going through the video recordings is not efficient.”

“A boring and yet essential job it seems.”  he fussed as the nurse placed sticky electrodes against bare skin,   “You have something in mind?”

Algernon nodded, 

“Let’s hack the NSA.”

Rain was stunned to silence so Algernon felt encouraged to continue.  The nurse, hearing something he knew he shouldn’t, quietly excused himself from the room.

“We can get access to all the national camera networks as well as use of the Supercomputer, it would really save us a lot of time.”

“The NSA is a bit like Crows Hollow.” Rain finally replied after taking in the enormity of the task.  When Algernon looked confused, he added, “It’s a bit above us at the moment.”

“Well, how about the carrier waves for the mobile networks?” Algernon was not to be put off so easily. To this Rain nodded encouragingly his mind really not on the task at the moment.

“That’s doable, maybe later though.” He answered distractedly.

“Oh, and…” Algernon handed over the image of the woman from the warehouse, “…she’s been twice while we were away.”  This got Rain’s attention and he quickly took a copy of the image with his phone.

“This is good news, now we just have to find out who she is.”

Peggy and the nurse were soon back with discussions about dosages and procedures about how the experiment would progress.  With no interest or heart for the details of what was to come, Algernon left and returned to the computer labs near the library.

Here he talked to a number of I.T. members about finding someone from just their image alone.  They sent him along to the small office of the Digital investigation specialist, Walter Taylor.

“Give me what details you have on the woman in question and I’ll see what I can find with a reverse image search.”  Walter said as Algernon laid out what he knew.

“I’d love to stay and watch how you search, but I need to be somewhere else.  Would it be all right if you teach me how to do this some other time?” Algernon asked as Walter started entering the information.

“Sure, next time I need to run one of these I’ll send a message so you can sit in.”  Walter agreed and Algernon left making sure he’d be in time for Rain’s experiment.

When Algernon arrived he found Rain alternatively chatting to the nurse, who was well used to such nonsense, and talking to Peggy about what was to come.

“Thank you for putting this all together,” Rain said to Peggy and there was a frizzon that Algernon picked up the edges of. “I really am grateful for all the thought and attention.”

“Okay.” Peggy replied awkwardly.

“Oh and make sure you use the pure stuff, either what’s left of your original ounce or from this.” and Rain opened his puzzle box to reveal the other two ounces inside.

Peggy, instead of providing a container for the spiral dust, took the whole box to empty and clean out.

“No!  Give it back!”  Rain almost jumped out of the bed after Peggy, but he was held down by electrodes, drip lines and other monitoring equipment as well as  the nurses quick reflexes. So violent was his reaction that some of the measuring equipment started chiming in alarm. Peggy gave back the now clean puzzle box but not before noting its connection to The Strange.  The buzz in her teeth was unmistakable, the box was touched by The Strange in some way. She made a note to investigate its properties at a later time.

“Rain, remember Will Robinson.”  Algernon said from Rain’s bedside.

“He’s never far from my mind.” Rain responded weakly as he clutched the puzzle box in two shaking hands.

“Are you nervous?”

“Peggy, you have to realise there is always a base level of fear.”  Rain admitted which gave Peggy pause.

“Any sort of fear or nervous tension will affect our readings.” she checked that all the machines were running as expected again, “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes,” Rain replied truthfully.

“Then we’re not doing this. Nurse, you can release the patient.” Peggy turned away to start clearing away her notes.

“What!”  Rain cried, now in fear that what he had dreaded all morning was no going to happen at all.

“I will not run such as experiment with an unwilling patient and that is flat.”  She turned back to the bed to see Algernon pick up the syringe she’d prepared with the solution of Spiral Dust.

“PUT THAT DOWN!” she commanded, “You will not experiment on an unwilling subject under my watch!”
“Do it!”  Rain stuck out his arm and turned his face away so as not to see the needle.  Without hesitation, Algernon plunged the needle into Rain’s arm and depressed the plunger.

As the drug took effect, Rain slumped to the bed, as pandemonium broke out in the room.  

“Get out!  Get out! And never enter my lab again!”  Peggy screamed at Algernon who scurried like a whipped dog for the door to knock directly into Bruce who was coming in the door the other way.

Bruce’s morning had been spent with Katherine Manners, his direct supervisor, debriefing and discussing what their next steps should be.  After which he’d headed over to the dormitory and had a long hot shower, his first in ten days of dusty travel through the Railsea. He ate a leisurely brunch then headed over the computer lab where their video feed was collected and viewed.  There he met Walter Taylor from whom he was surprised to learn Algernon had beat him to the task.

“He said he had to be somewhere and couldn’t stay to help. I feel I’m going to be here all day on this one.”

“Once before you found my brother through his phone number,” Bruce suggested, “could you possibly do the reverse and find this woman’s phone number from the location and time?”

“Good idea, I’ll get onto it. Good luck on your search.”

He started asking around campus for his team and found that there was a scheduled experiment on for that afternoon. One which he had not been invited.  

And so Bruce happened to find himself entering a scene of chaos with a red faced Peggy screaming at a terrified looking Algernon as Rain lay unsettlingly still on a bed.

“What’s happening here?”  Bruce asked, grabbing a hold of Algernon as he tried to make his escape.

Peggy took a deep breath and regained some semblance of composure.

“Rain wanted to experiment with the Spiral Dust drug to see what effect it would have.  I offered to provide a safe place where data both physical and psychological could be recorded accurately.  Algernon was here at Rain’s request as a support and witness but he took control of the experiment when the patient showed signs of resistance.  I will not have that sort of practise in my lab, he can’t stay.”

“Rain’s not a patient!”  Algernon retorted, slightly more sure of himself now backed by Bruce.

“Of course he is, he’s my patient.” Peggy snapped back.

Bruce scowled at the situation and at his companions with deep disgust. 

“He stays.”  Bruce stepped into the room, dragging Algernon in behind him.  Algernon scuttled to a corner and sat crouched on the ground, his eyes darting from Bruce to Peggy.

“I forbid it!  He interfered, I don’t know what damage he’s done…”

“Well then you know your job, make sure it’s right.”  And with that Bruce pulled out his crowbar menacingly and stood at the foot of the bed watching the lifeless looking Rain.  “Make sure he’s safe.”

After recognising there was no arguing with him, Peggy gave in and turned to her patient whose vital were already showing signs of deep sleep.

“Look doctor, at his eyes.” the nurse held open one of Rain’s eyelids.  The eye was rolled back as expected in sleep, but the iris itself was spinning creating the spirals the dust was known for. 

Rain found himself floating in comfortable darkness.  Floating was good. It wasn’t what he wanted but floating had its advantages.  While floating there were no distractions, no ties, no cares or any real fears.  Floating was freeing. Floating was a revelation.

Still floating, the darkness around him began to lighten and coalesce into a landscape, a coastal scene.  Sandy shores and rocky cliffs soon made way to an ancient walled city, dust coloured on the horizon. The city was completely encircled by high stone walls, ancient and crumbling, with six gates providing access around its perimeter.  

Without control of where he went, Rain drifted down towards the nearest of the six gates, protected by the collapsing statue of a sphinx.  Inside the walls the city was a sprawling mass of tightly packed buildings both large and small in all states of disrepair and decay. Now he saw humanoids for the first time, ungainly creatures with human upper bodies, furry legs and long wickedly sharp clawed hands.  As he drifted closer to the creatures he could see that their unusual walking style was due to having the hips and legs of goats that ended in cloven hooves.

None of the creatures seemed to notice his presence and as he touched down he realised he made no impression at all on the dusty ground.  To them and their world, he did not exist. Now he was walking amongst the people of the town, with no control over his movements. He couldn’t stop to check out a detail or listen to a conversation, maybe pick up the language.  It was like a virtual tour without the VR visor and with all the smells and feel of the real world.

Ahead he could see that the buildings were opening up into a city square.  The buildings here were as old and weathered looking as the rest of the city.  The only things that looked undamaged by time were two huge stone lion statues made of grey stone.  They flanked a large set of basalt stairs that headed deep underground in front of what remained of official looking public buildings.

It was clear now that the destination was the stairs and what lay under the city as his walking feet carried him between the lions.  Down deep under the city the stair travelled in a spiral lit only by the white faint glow of moss on the walls. The ceiling was soon lost in darkness above as Rain continued to travel ever deeper into the heart of the earth.

After a long time of stairs finished at a vast open chamber.  Sounds echoes in the darkness, the moss now only providing the most basic of lighting as the wall stretched out either side.  Rain found himself walking on uneven ground and as he went past a patch of illumination he could see the flagstone floor of the chamber was covered in bones all showing the unmistakable marks of teeth.

Rain shot up from the bed with a start. The room looked the same as it had when went under except Algernon was only now getting up from a crouching position on the floor in one corner and Bruce was standing at the foot of the bed looking stern.

“Oh, hi Bruce.” he said lamely as his head swam dizzily, “we…I had to know.”

“I know,” Bruce replied nodding, “So do I.”

“Better that it be me, right?  Who else?”

“Yep.”  he settled is crowbar back in its loop by his side and sat down in a nearby chair, “Thank you.”

Rain was so overcome by the big man’s acceptance that he found himself with nothing to say.  Instead he just nodded and let Peggy and the nurse do their job.

“Do you remember what day it is?”  Asked the nurse as he checked Rain’s eyes and other vitals.

“Same day as we came back from Railsea.” he responded confusing the nurse.  Peggy nodded, 

“He’s fine.” she said dryly looking more tired and washed out than she usually did while experimenting.

“How long was I out?”  he asked her now a little concerned for her health.

She checked the clock,

“Twenty minutes approximately.”  she responded shooting a glance at Algernon who flinched under her gaze.  She put a small audio recorder on the blanket in front of Rain. “Tell us what you remember, in as much detail as you can.”

Rain nodded and settled himself cross-legged on the bed.  He closed his eyes and visualised the experience again, this time relaying it to the others.  He took his time, described the details of the buildings the statues and most of all the people he’d seen ending with the stair, the chamber and the bones.

“There were bones everywhere and they all had teeth marks in them.  It startled me and I found myself back here.” he looked up and found all three of his companions standing around the bed listening intently.

“Were you detached?”  Peggy asked monitoring his responses, “That is to say, Did you feel fear or frustration or any other emotions while under?”

“I remember being frustrated about not being able to control where I went.”  he replied carefully, leaving out the sensation of floating and the peace it had offered.   “I wanted to stop and take it in, but the vision just continued like a movie walking me toward the underground chamber.  I was also shocked when I realised what was on the ground, I think that’s what finally snapped me out of it.”  

Again he looked around the group and settle on Bruce’s intense expression.  Suddenly ashamed he admitted, 

“I thought…I thought because I was awakened that I could control it, make the vision do what I wanted.  I thought I was better than John.”

“John?” Bruce was surprised to be reminded of his brother back in New Orleans at this moment and pulled out his phone.

“Yeah.  I feel a bit of an idiot.  The whole thing was better than expected, rather nice really except for the end but also disappointing at the same time.”  Rain was aware that his words did not give meaning to the disappointment and frustration he felt. After all Peggy’s work and all his fussing he had no control, no link with the strange, nothing to show for it all but a random visit to an unknown location.

“So would you take it again?”  Bruce asked carefully aware of his loudly held stance on drugs and drug taking.

“Yeah, I would.“ Rain replied thoughtfully, “Like it was fine, better than I feared.  It just wasn’t very useful.”

“So legs of animals and cloven hooves, “ Algernon prompted when the conversation had finally petered out, “What like a satyr but with claws?”

“Yeah, just like.  I wonder if they’re in the archives?”

Bruce had moved to the farthest corner of the room and dialed a phone number.  Both Rain and Algernon stopped talking as someone picked up on the other side.  

“Hey John?”

“Bruce?  Is that you, man?”

 “Yeah, it’s me.  Just checking in.”

“Well how are things in Seattle?”

“Good. I’m more interested in you.  Are you still doing to the drugs?”

“No man.”

“Yeah, would you tell me if you were?”

“I wouldn’t not after last time. It was…I’ve been out of work for a while and…”

“I know it’s been tough.”

“I just wanted to feel good for a little while, but look where it got me.”

“Yeah, I just don’t want to see you doing that stuff okay?  I worry about you.”  

“Thanks Bruce.”

“Sure, family have got to look out for one another.”

“Yeah.”

“So still looking for work? What sort?”

“Haulage mostly, why?”

“I’ve got connections.  I could ask around, make some recommendations.”

“That would be a big help, yeah thanks Bruce.  But what about you in Seattle, what have you been up to?”

“You wouldn’t believe.”  Bruce laughed looking back at Algernon and Rain watching him expectantly.

“Probably not.  You’re sure hanging with a crazy bunch up there.”

“No kidding.  Say tell mom hi and I’ll call later.”

“Yeah no prob. See ya Bro.”

“See ya.”  

“I’m glad you did that, “ Rain said once the phone we hung up, “Family is…”
“Important.” Bruce added when Rain searched for the right word.

Rain nodded and his usual lopsided smile reappeared on his face.  

“Yes, very important.” he glanced up at Algernon to press the point, “They look out for each other.”

Algernon shrunk away a little and Rain instantly regretted it.  He realised he had no idea what the boy had gone through after he’d past out and still here he was.

Before Rain to say anything though, Peggy was finally ready to bring down judgement on what had happened.

“A word with you, in private.”  Peggy grabbed Algernon’s ear and dragged him out into the hallway outside the door.

“You need to learn something about ethics and putting the welfare of patients first above everything.  You never, ever experiment on an unwilling patient.” She said quietly but with all the passion of her convictions.  

“Rain’s not a patient.”  Algernon repeated from earlier, “Doctor Peggy can you please let go my ear.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.  Keep this up and you won’t be invited to the next experiment.”

“I don’t like experiments.”

“On you or anyone?”

“Anyone.”  Algernon admitted flatly

“There will be other times, this is bound to happen again.”

“And I’ll be there…because Rain asked.”

For all of Peggy’s internal firewalls against the emotional states of others, not even she could ignore that statement of dedication. 

At the same time, Bruce stepped in and spoke a quiet but forceful tone,

“Peggy, Rain is an adult who volunteered for something that frightened him. Algernon was only helping.”

Peggy thought about Algernon had said earlier.

“What do you mean when you say that Rain is not a patient?”

“He was a participant, he wanted to do this he was just scared.  An experiment on a patient usually involves tying them down…” As soon as he saw the horror on Peggy’s face he knew he’d said too much.  A horrible silence filled the hall and the room where Rain and Bruce were listening. “I …got to go…” he tried to run.

“Oh no, “ Peggy gripped even tighter to the squirming ear and Algernon stayed where he was.  “I can see that your ethics education as been seriously lacking. Tonight, we’re going off to the library for some medical ethics research and see why we do not do such things here.”

“Ethics?  What would ethics say about opening portal into unknown dimensions?”  Algernon countered, once he had his ear back. He was referring to Peggy’s experiments in her garage that brought all of them together.

“There no ethical dilemma there,” Peggy replied not understanding all the implications of his statement, “We voluntarily go through the portals…unfortunately.”

The next day, the others kept themselves busy as Rain sat in observation reading Hetzfeld’s report on the ‘Gifts of the Strange’.  After breakfast Algernon took Bruce to the gym, a rare reversal.

“I want to see how far you can toss me.”  He said after they’d found and laid out a set of crash mats. Having an inkling of  what Algernon had in mind he picked up the boy and threw him around his body and into the mats making him land a little under 4 metres away.

“Good, now do it again.”  Algernon’s eyes glinted with hidden mischief as Bruce picked him up one more and tossed him.  This time Algernon levitated as he was released and to the surprise of the others in the gym that morning the young man flew ungainly across the room almost 8 metres before he ran out of forward momentum.  He let go of the levitate and dropped into the crash mats.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.  Levitate first before I throw you.”  Bruce said to the beaming Algernon. Algernon did and though his mass was no less, he was now much lighter and Bruce was able to sling him one handed over the mats.  This style lead to a more streamlined Algernon in the air, resulting in him sailing past the mats laid out and hitting the wall more than 10 metres away.

“Now it’s your turn.” The triumphant Algernon crowed and gestured to the crash mats.  Bruce grinned and stepped back giving himself a running jump. With a strong run and impressive leap Bruce made it out 4 metres before face-planting in the mats.

“And again.”  Algernon instructed now grinning with unconcealed glee.  Bruce stepped back and again ran for the maps, launching himself into the air at the last minute.  When his feet left the ground, Algernon levitated Bruce so he too soared through the air powered by his own momentum.  Bruce kept up the run, pushing the air back with flailing arms and legs until he too ran out of momentum around the 8 metre mark.  Algernon dropped him into the mats and the audience of gym users applauded.

They practised this new routine refining the holds and launch positions each time for maximum  distance until Algernon received a message from Walter Taylor saying he had some information for him.  Walter wouldn’t provide details over the phone, but when they made it to his office he gave them a full run down on the mystery woman.

“She’s a journalist by the name of Sharon Cooper-Smith.”  said Walter as he handed Algernon a page of notes. “She’s had a few by-lines for the syndicated newspapers in town and she’s recently published articles in the New Aquarian.  She’s based here in Seattle and I got you her home address and phone number.”

Algernon spent some time asking Walter how he had come by the information so quickly and was shown how the process was conducted.  Though still time consuming and requiring specific software, Algernon paid attention and was confident that he too could try a similar techniques in the future. 

“Are you going out then?”  Algernon said as they left the computer labs and headed back to the office blocks, “I’ll get a crossbow.”

“You can’t walk down Seattle streets with a crossbow in your hand.” Bruce replied imagining the looks the young man would get with something like his giant Railsea crossbow.  What worked in a backwater recursions did not work in downtown U.S.A.

“Oh no, of course not.” Algernon agreed, “I’ll put it on my back. “

“Your supervisor will not let you out with a crossbow.  Look, you’re pretty good with small arms, he may let you out with one of those.”

“Yeah, but they’re…small.”

The two walked companionably back to the dormitory where packages were waiting for both of them.  Bruce’s was a long rectangular box from a company of tool and accessory suppliers. Algernon’s was large, flat didn’t seem to weigh a lot.

“Are they bombs?”  Algernon looked at his suspiciously as it lay on his bed.

“Who would know to send us a bomb?”  Bruce opened his to find a leather back holster for his sledgehammer incorporating a small easy to reach second pocket for his crowbar.  It was sturdy and practical gift that left his hands free while still allowed good weight distribution for the bulky sledge. Bruce searched the box for an invoice, note or packing slip, but nothing gave a hint as to who had sent it.

Now that Algernon saw that Bruce’s box was safe he also carefully started opening his box.  He was less circumspect when he saw the red motorcycle jacket inside. With a whooped he snatched it out of the box and turned it around to see an embossed blue and white capsule encircled with the words, Good for health.  Bad for Education.  Without another word he ran out of the dormitory putting it on as he went.

“Rain!  Rain! Look what came!”  he ran straight into Rain’s room as his last physical was being recorded by the nurse.  Rain himself had been staring at his face in a small hand mirror when Algernon burst in looking and acting for once the 15 years he was suppose to be.  Rain looked up and beamed.
“Hey, it fits well.”  he commented, “Now all you need is to get you a laser rifle and you’d be set.”

“Do I get to keep it?”  Algernon gawped unable to comprehend how or why he would be given such an item to keep.  Rain’s smile slipped a little at the realisation that this may well be the first present Algernon had ever received.

“It’s  yours, you deserve it.”

Not long after Bruce walked in wearing his harness and tools and watched as Algernon started levitating the nurse.

“Remember, only Kaneda gets the jacket, not Tetsuo.”  Rain joked and Algernon put the nurse back down on the ground.  

“You did this?” Bruce asked indicating the jacket and his harness.

“Well George Weasley actually, but what’s a first…honestly earned …pay for if not to share.”  Rain responded lightly, “Besides, I find that I have a lot to be grateful for.”

“Well…Thank you.”  Bruce noticing for the first time something different about Rain’s eyes.  He walked up for a closer look and realised they were a new shade of violet instead of their clear blue.  Without a word he took out his phone and took a picture.

“Yeah, I have a new look.” Rain replied to Bruce’s unspoken comment as Peggy walked in and signed off on notes handed to her by the nurse. “But it seems I’m not the only one.”

Peggy looked as Peggy always did, her dark hair piled and forgotten slipping out of a loose bun, wearing a bland loose fit jumper and chinos.  On her feet though, platform Doc Martens with lacing that disappeared into the trouser leg gave her an extra little bounce to her step.

“Kick arse boot there, Doc.”  

“Yes.”  was her only reply, “You’re clear and free to continue your duties.  Inform me if you have any side effects or questions.”

“I have one,” Rain replied in all seriousness,  “Where’s the rest of the ensemble?”

Peggy scowled and looked as though she wouldn’t reply. 

“It is inappropriate.”

“It is thoroughly appropriate, the coat is superfine merino, durable and stain resistant, the colour suits you and you’d look amazing in it.”

“If you think it’s so amazing why don’t you wear it?” she retorted annoyed at getting dressing instructions from a man.

“Not my colour.”  he replied simply.  He would not be put off by her gruff behaviour.

“The neckline is far too plunging.” She finally admitted even now covering her chest with her hand though the beige of her jumper made her look like a an asexual lump.

“Peggy, you should look after yourself.”

“I do!”

“You deserve to look after yourself.”  

She didn’t have anything to say to that, instead she turned to the other two and barked,

“And your business here?”

“We’re going out!”  Algernon exclaimed still on a new jacket high.

“We have a lead, the name and address of the mysterious woman.”  Bruce informed Peggy sensibly, giving her all the details.

“And I’m getting a gun.”  Algernon added

“You’re not going to need a gun for this one.” Bruce replied starting off the old argument between the two of them

“I need a gun.”  

“She’s a writer…and you’re a teenage kid…yeah sure, go get your gun.”  

Once Rain was ready they all travelled together to Keaton’s office where they let him know what they’d found out as requested a gun for Algernon.

“So you don’t think this Sharon Cooper-Smith is a threat, but people she’s mixed up with could be?”  Keaton summarised, “Okay, I request a gun for you and Rain.” he started filling in the paperwork.

“Ah, not for me thank you.” Rain said before he caught Algernon’s eye.

“I would have gladly taken two guns.”  Algernon whispered low, but not low enough.

“Oh, you’re right sir.  Can never be too careful.” Rain quickly changed his mind, but Keaton held out the form with one gun listed.

“No chance.”  he said and they left his office with Rain apologising.

“I’m sorry, I panicked.”

After their last excursion, Peggy also wanted a gun, and her argument to  Hertzfeld was more simple and straightforward.

“Three reasons:  1, 2, 3 stab wounds.”  

Out of guilt Hertzfeld gave her a gun.  

“I’ll drive.”  Rain took the keys to the car as the group set out for the journalist home.  Peggy and Bruce nearly had fits as Rain started driving on the left hand side leaving the car park.

“Oh you drive on the wrong, right side of the road.” he laughed as Peggy got out of the car and opened the driver’s door.

“How long have you been driving in the U.S.?”

“How long have we been in the car?”

“Get out.”

“I have a license,” Algernon suggested, “I could drive.”

“For a motorcycle.”  Bruce retorted and Rain wriggled into the passenger seat and let Peggy drive.

On reaching Sharon’s home, Rain knocked.  She answered the door in sunglasses

“Good morning Ms Cooper-Smith.  My name is Simun Otiluke.” he flashed his Estate identification and the general U.S. accent he affected for the name, “My associates and I would like to speak to you about drug deals at the docks.”

“Drugs? I don’t know anything about drugs.” she replied with a nervous laugh.

“Blue Rain?  Do you really want us to discuss this on your front doorstep, please could we come in?”

“That?  That’s not a drug, that’s power for your dreams.  It expands your mind to new and lost worlds.” she replied more confidently.  It sounded like she was quoting something, maybe her own work?

“Are the lights inside your house too bright, Mam?”  Bruce asked and Sharon’s hand went to her glasses.

“You need to be aware that the drug has been related to one death already,” Rain bluffed.  No deaths as far as they know were directly related to the Spiral Dust, but that wouldn’t help find Eldritch Chopra’s killer. Bruce backed it up, 

“Please let our doctor look you over. “ he gestured to Peggy who stepped forward.

“Deaths?” she didn’t sound so sure of herself anymore, “I guess you better come in.”

Once inside she took off her glasses to reveal the identifiable swirling pattern to her irises and allowed Peggy to run a basic check up.

“How do you take the drug?” Peggy asked as she looked for signs of puncture marks or burning to the nasal cavity.

“In the eye, “  Sharon mimed pulling down her lower lid and sprinkling something directly onto her eye, “I based a whole expose on what I discovered through using the dust, you may have read it, ‘The secret pyramids under the sea’.”

“Yes, I remember reading it.” Peggy commented without opinion which was probably a good thing at the time.

“How did you find out about Blue Rain?”

“In my trade one hears rumours and I first went to the docks just to confirm what I’d heard, but then I discovered the dust and my whole world changed.” 

“And so you used it.”  Rain prompted, but it was hardly required, she’d found an audience.

“That’s how I know it’s safe.  It just…shows you things, places.  Even my hairdresser…well it’s hard to hide your eyes especially from your hairdresser.  She was using it too and told me of another supplier.”

“Your hairdresser?  Could we have her name please?”  Rain looked to Algernon but he already had out the laptop and was preparing to do a search.

“Her name is Melissa Romero, but I don’t want to get her into any trouble, we’ve become good friends over the past few months and I know her experiences are the same as mine.”

“Melissa is safe from us.  But tell us about this other supplier.”

She gave and address and described the man as best she could.  Rain pulled up the picture of the Cowboy he had taken of the Seven-11 security and passed it to her.

“Yes, that’s him.” she replied happily enough.

“Do you have a name to go with this gentleman?”

“No, just the location and time, always Tuesday nights.”

In the meantime Algernon had already found the girl through social sites.  She was in her 20s and usually had an active social life to go by her timelines, except for the past week when she had been unusually quiet.  Getting her work address and number were equally as easy and he soon had her home address as well. Quietly he let the group know what he’d found out and the mood quickly turned serious.

“I will be straight with you Sharon, there are people who have killed to control this drug distribution.  We’re happy to see you alive and well, but now Melissa has gone missing. Tell us all you know so we can help find Melissa.”

“Murder?  That doesn’t sound good.” Maybe such things were beyond her understanding but the thought of murder didn’t seem to affect her greatly, ‘But I’m sure Melissa’s disappearance has nothing to do with all this.”

Bruce, who was having difficulty dealing with the thought of leaving this woman to continue her  Spiral Dust addiction. As the others talked he checked the house and made sure it was secure. When it was decided that Sharon had nothing more to tell at that time, Rain gave her his mobile number and requested that if she found anything to let him know.

Now with a new potential victim identified, the group drove to find Melissa Romero.  On the way Rain rang the salon where she worked.

“Oh hi, I’d like to make a booking with Melissa this afternoon.” he said in a passable woman’s voice.

“I…don’t think she’s in.” said the woman who answered the phone.

“Oh no!  And she’s the only one that gets my hair.  Can you tell me when she’ll be back?” 

“Certainly.  I’ll check with the manager and get back to you.” The woman took Rain’s number and told the group what he’d learned.

Melissa lived in an apartment block surrounded by several other residences.  Algernon checked out video cameras in the area. He found two, one a near neighbour and one down the street.  He hacked into the WIFI networks and gain access to the video for the last week.  

When the rest of the group made it inside the apartment block a woman as already knocking at Melissa’s door.  

“I think we can assume she’s family.”  Bruce whispered to Rain who nodded and stepped up.

“Ms Romero?”

“Yes. I’m Jennifer Romero.”

“Hi, I’m Simun. We’re friends of Melissa.” he shook Jennifer’s hand and gained her full attention, “Is she all right, we haven’t seen her all week and she hasn’t been to work.”

“I don’t know. Usually we call each other for a weekly chat but I haven’t heard from her and she’s not answering her door.”

“I’m really starting to worry about her.  Do you know if there’s a spare key?”

Jennifer glanced past Rain to Bruce and Peggy.

“Well, I do have a key for emergencies….I guess this is an emergency.” 

“I think you’re right.”  Rain nodded as if it wasn’t his idea.

Jennifer pulled out a ring of keys and found the correct one to open the door.  Jennifer lead the way into the one bedroom apartment. A pile of mail banked up against the front door and a cup of coffee lay cold and forgotten on the counter. Otherwise the apartment look tidy and well ordered.

“The door was locked so we’ve either got an abduction by someone quick enough to take her by surprise or she’s somehow translated to a recursion.”  Bruce started theorizing and Rain’s eyes grew large and gestured towards Jennifer.

“Maybe you could check Melissa’s bedroom see if anything odd.” he said to Jennifer and then quietly to Bruce and Peggy, “And now you can theorise about recursions all you like.”

As Jennifer and Rain check the bedroom, Peggy closed her eyes and tried to sense The Strange in the space.  Frustratingly there was no trace of The Strange. Bruce left the apartment and started knocking on the doors of neighbours.  Neighbours that answered the door knew Melissa as a friendly young woman, but none had seen her for at least a week.  

In the bedroom the bed was unmade, clothes lay on a chair in the corner and a flat cell phone and house keys were lying together on the bedside table.

“Oh dear.” Rain took Jennifer’s hand and their eye alighted on the modern life essentials.

“I guess I should ring the police.”  Jennifer said as tears came to her eyes.

“I think so.  Here’s my number, if you need anything, let me know?”  Quietly the group left and joined Algernon back in the car.  

After viewing the weeks worth of video he was able to tell them that a week ago Melissa came home as usual and never left again.  No one visited and no one until the group entered had been inside since that time.

“She translated then.  But how and where?”

“Hertzfeld theorised that if you took enough Spiral Dust you could physically translate.” Algernon suggested and the group went silent.  She could be literally anywhere.  

There is one more stop to make, the address where the Cowboy was known to be on Tuesday nights.  When the group got to the address, Algernon once again looked for CCTV cameras in the area. There were two, both vandalised.  

“What if we put a live camera inside the case of one of those busted ones?”  he suggested, rummaging around in the back of the car for leftover CCTV equipment from the warehouse job.

“Brilliant idea.  You’ve done this before, you can make this work.”  Rain encouraged Algernon and once again Algernon felt the frizzon once more.

“You know, when you encourage like that I feel more confident.”  Algernon started climbing up to the broken camera.

“Ah, now you see the power of words”  Rain smiled, “The power to build and the power to break.”

Algernon thought on Rain’s words as he put his hand into the case of the camera, and brushed his hand against a live wire.  

Zaaap!

Algernon was thrown across the street and hit the wall of the nearest building.

“Maybe we’ll come back in the morning.” Bruce helped the dazed and singed Algernon back onto his feet and bundled him into the car.

On the way back Rain dropped in at a bottle shop and picked up a small bottle of Scotch.  That night he made the still fuzzy Algernon an Irish Coffee. Regardless of the caffeine before bed, it was the first night Algernon slept all the way through.

Musings 11: Addiction

During my early years as a street performer I spent a lot of time tiptoeing around junkies, drunks, and sex fiends that made up street life.  Addicts and their vices of choice were a hazard of daily life and one I successfully steered clear.  

Addiction was something I didn’t much empathise with.  The rapture of a crowd’s applause, the sense of achievement of a practised  trick pulled off to perfection, the self worth realised at a plan well played.  These things were what I craved from ordinary people, tourists, children, anyone who would give me a little of their time.

The distractions, as I saw them, only hindered my goals.  I watched those who let their addictions rule their lives and pitied them the waste of potential, of energy and spirit.  I watched as people became husks. Single-minded zombies that would do whatever it took to feed their craving for a few hours.  They ceased to be people to me, just hazards, and cadavers that didn’t know it was time to lie down. I am not proud of these thoughts, they are what they are.

Hadn’t Houdini done without drink?  Didn’t Lustig write in his Ten Commandments, Never be drunk?  Why would I be any different?  Indeed, it could be said I pursued the magical arts with an addict’s focus, but with the achievement of indisputable results no one would have considered it pitiful or a waste of energy and potential.  In fact, my skills in sleight of hand are seen as a credit to me, if I may say.

Then I was made aware of Spiral Dust, a substance not of this world, that allowed insights into places beyond and into the basic stuff that makes all things.  I pursued knowledge about Spiral Dust as an extension to my life-long search for the magical arts and knew that my efforts were not seen as wasteful, but would be of credit to me when the time was right.  I reasoned that if I could control the effects of the dust, then I would be directly linked to the energies of the universe, and finally have the powers of real magic.

I had reasons to fear the consequences of using such a substance. They are internal to me and I feared facing again those events I would not want my enemies to experience.  I long for them to stay safely locked away behind forgotten memory. There would be no reason to take the dust if, as it was thought, the dust was an internal not an external voyage.

So, the one step I did not take for the longest time was to actually use the substance.  I told myself I did not know enough, it would not pay to rush such a process. I asked the experts, searched the archives, even hunted out dubious characters to gain what they knew.  No one knew what the dust was truly capable of, though tantalising theories were expounded.  

It was one such theory, based on good science, that finally convinced me to try.  The same companion that discovered the theory also supported limited experimentation, I had my pusher.  I admit to trepidation over the experiment, even with all the processes and procedures for safety. I was stepping into an unknown world and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  To be the first to really make strides in understanding of the dust, and above all the tantalising idea that I alone could control the experience.

Maybe all addicts think that.  Maybe they all conspire against themselves into thinking that for them, it will be different.  I believe I must have. I was wrong.

As an experiment it was a complete success.  The data was collected, the experience recorded, no serious side effects witnessed or experienced, no physical addiction.  The fact that I could not ‘touch the infinite’ or control my experience as I had hoped was of little consequence to those around me.  They were pleased that they had not created a junkie or even worse damaged the experimental subject.  

But, I have changed.  

I am haunted by the feeling of…weightlessness.  Not just the physical sense of floating, but also of a weightless mind and spirit. In that 20 minutes, I was free of fear and frustration.  Past memories, present difficulties, future dangers did not exist in that space and I discovered the appeal of oblivion. In the dream of the dust I was nothing and everything.  

Now my everyday is heavy and onerous in comparison to memory of weightlessness.  Even the thought of those who supported me in my pursuits are tainted. You only have to see the evidence of my own words.  These are my friends, those I am coming to consider family. In my mind I make them mad scientists toying with their powerless victim.  

I said I would not have had it any other way and that still holds true.  There is no one I would wish this burden onto. If there had been a way of finding out this knowledge without taking the dust I…no I wanted to experience it for myself, with my own senses, in my own mind.  

There is no going back now.  I find I am an addict and now understand that addiction is for life. 

8: In the Shadow of the Crows

After following Caw Eh Carve to his apartment to retrieve a key to Crows Hollow, the group were confronted by a vision from Rain’s past, in the form of Elvin Lightfeather, a mafia heavy.  The group fled with most of their lives intact from Elvin Lightfeather and his goon through the streets of Bollons. Peggy was badly injured and needed a place to rest up before the group can move on.

    *      * *     * *  

Peggy winced and stumbled as they wormed their way through the crowds of the main street of Bollons.  Instinctively, Bruce stepped her side, supporting her and protecting her from the buffetting of the crowd.

“Where does it hurt?” 

“Where I was stabbed, “ Peggy replied in her usual curtness, now without the energy.  Shock was setting in.

“Okay…okay…okay…” Rain, a whirlwind of panic, threw the cloak from the phantom of the opera costume over Bruce, the hat he gave to Peggy and the mask to Algernon.  Bruce shrugged off his makeshift disguise in disgust.

“Oh, can I wear the cloak, I have to hide this thing.” Algernon pointed behind his back to the large crossbow.  The cloak was thrown over his shoulders and Rain sighed at Bruce standing out even in the crowd.

“Ah..We need a place to hold up for a while.” he looked around trying to see above the heads of the busy city at the shops and buildings, “I think there were some Inns closer to the docks, I”ll go see.”

“Do I need to hog-tie you to keep you with the group?” Bruce said stopping the little man in his tracks, “What if those guys find you and I’m not there?”

“I’ll go with him,” Algernon suggested, Bruce shook his head sternly. In the end they travelled together walking down the hill to the docks, Bruce supporting Peggy.

Even in a panic, Rain was aware of what he was looking for.  Somewhere that had rooms to rent but also a bar full of customers that wouldn’t notice them arriving and staff too busy to interfere.  Fortunately, with a few trains in at the docks that day, it didn’t take long to find what he was looking for. Rain paid for the room overnight and ushered everyone upstairs and behind the safety of wooden walls.  That done he collapsed into a corner, eyes closed and clutching his puzzle box to his chest.

As Peggy laid out on the only bed in the room, Bruce pulled out his first aid kit and went to work patching up the knife wounds inflicted by Lightfeather.

“Okay, so what’s our next move?”  Bruce asked when he’d finished, “Is there anything we need to do here or can we report back?”

“Yes, “ Rain whispered from the corner defeated, “We need to report back.  I can go without selling my rumour now.”

“No, “  Algernon spoke up, “ I want to see the rumour markets and talk to people in town.  Maybe there’s something we can find out before we leave.”

Waxen faced, Rain opened his eyes and looked up at his younger protege in surprise. 

“Really?”

“I think we need to go.”  Algernon held his gaze, and Rain gave a faint smile. 

“Ah…you’re becoming a bad influence.”

“Well, can we can go while Peggy rests up and Bruce stays with her.”  Algernon added looking to the other two for support.

“Right and how long do I wait before I have to leave here and come rescue your sorry asses.”  Bruce folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. “You know they could be out there looking for you right now, they know Rain and may want to tie up loose ends.”

Rain slumped again clear he was now a liability to everyone.

“You don’t have to.  If we don’t come back translate with Peggy.  Rain and I can translate back by ourselves.”

“That’s not going to happen,”  Bruce shook his head, then stopped as what Algernon suggested sunk in, “Wait, could we do that?”

“Both Algernon and Peggy can initiate translations.  If we were to split up, that would make the most natural partnerships.”  Rain added from his corner with no real hope that it would help.

The discussion went backwards and forwards, but Algernon wouldn’t be put off the chance of seeing the town with the hope of finding out more about Lightfeather and Caw Eh Carve.  In the end it was settled that they would rest up overnight and all go as a group. At least that way if they were attacked they’d be together.

A cramped uncomfortable night eventually gave way to morning and the group started waking.  Without their favourite stimulant both Algernon and Rain were sluggish. Bruce suggested push ups and demonstrated by doing a few himself before giving the floor to someone else.  Rain wasn’t interested, but Algernon always ready to try something new, got down on his hands and attempted the push ups. Supported by locked arms he thrust his hips up and down in what he thought simulated Bruce’s movements.

“You have to bend your arms.  Press down onto the ground.” Bruce instructed and though the results were slightly better, of course it was harder to do.  Rain now stepped in with his putter, wrapping the shaft under Algernon’s chest he helped pull up, from above, but now he was straddling the thrusting Algernon in a pose that no one needed to see including the now rested Peggy.

“Peggy, “  Rain pulled her aside for a moment as the other two talk about morning exercises and quietly asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m good now, thank you.” she replied in her usual curt way without humor or bitterness.

“I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?  For what?”

“Don’t mind him, he just feels guilty for a  misspent life.” butted in Bruce. He and Algernon had been listening in the whole time. “Nevermind Rain, remorse is the first step to redemption.”

“Well, it had never been a problem until now.”  Rain mumbled morsley.

“Was it misspent?  Did you live a deliberate life?”  she turned to Rain with her odd turn of phrase in complete sincerity.

“It’s been a very deliberate life so far.” he smiled, despite how he felt about her being injured, “It was pretty good at the time.”

“Did you throw a dagger at me?”

“He threw a dagger, but to try to save you.” Algernon added in defence.

“But…”

“Then, you have nothing to be sorry about.”  she finished and left and headed down to the common room to find breakfast.

Breakfast was substantial with a bacon made of molemeat, eggs, beans and bread.  For those with more adventurous tastes there was also naked mole rat (of the standard size) on a stick.  Bubbling away on a stovetop, a black beverage drew both Algernon and Rain to it with little thought for anything else.  The Louisanna locals who regularly added chicory to their coffee knew the smell as soon as they hit the common room, but kept that knowledge to themselves until first Rain then Algernon complained about the quality of the coffee.

“That’s because it’s chicory and not coffee at all.”  Bruce replied enjoying their looks of dismay and disgust.

Rain forgot breakfast after that and talked to some of the bar’s customers who either hadn’t left from the night before or had come in for an early morning pick-me-ups.  From them he was able to glean the way to the rumour markets without too much problem.

“Okay, so if we’re doing this, we should agree to a set of safe words, so if those guys turn up at the market we can all run in the same direction.”

“Oh, I know about safe words, “ Algernon added with some of his research into Earth culture, “they use them in the porn films.”

Bruce and Peggy stopped and stared at the youth before them.  Peggy in particular looked shocked. Her stunned face moved from Algernon to Rain.

“Don’t look at me.  Yes its my laptop but….”  Peggy’s eyes narrowed, “I said, don’t look at me!”

“I was thinking more substitutions for left or right, or up and down as in the case of Bollons, as it’s all on a slope.”  Bruce moved the conversation back on topic much to Rain’s relief. “Maybe Canada and Mexico?”  

The discussion moved through several ideas from substitution to actual cardinal points or their mnemonic replacements.  Eventually it was brought down to simply warning of danger.

“Danger, Will Robinson!”  Algernon parroted from one of his many ‘documentaries’.   This was shortened to the name, Will Robinson.

“Will Robinson, is a good safe word.” Rain agreed when it was finally chosen,   ‘Oh look there’s Will Robinson.’ ‘Hi, my name is Will Robinson.’”

Fed and now equipped with a new safe word, the group headed into the morning streets to find the Rumour Markets.  Bollons was famous through Railsea for the Rumour Market that was only second to the Salvers markets on Scabbing Street, Manikiki.  Here salvers could buy and sell information about almost anything from prominent members of society, where good salvage could be found or where the molling grounds were abundant.  

Everyone came to the Rumour Markets at some time and even in the morning the place was full of foot traffic, carts of salvage and stalls all ready to sell.  Rain moved through the crowd looking for something specific. He ignored the first two tents that advertised rumours for sale and spotted a third. The tent was older and worn at the edges, but had an air of prosperity about it shown by the brightly painted sign and quality of the furniture.  The stall looked like it had been there a while and was doing well.

“Good morning, buy or sell?”  The owner greeted the group as they all tried squeezing into the tent.

“Trade actually.  I have information on a unique salvage site that has only just been uncovered.  In return, I’d like some information on some individuals in town.” Rain cleared his throat, now unsure he wanted to voice the next part of his spiel, “Tell me …do you have information on either a Caw Eh Carve or Elvin Lightfeather?”

The trader thought for a moment, 

“Eh Carve, I do.  Nothing about Lightfeather, but I’d be willing to give good currency to know what you know.”

“Hmm, how about a place called Crows Hollow or even stories about individuals travelling between worlds.”

At that the trader started, 

“Funny you should say that… crows, yes…but I don’t know what use it will be to you, though.”

Rain agreed and told the Rumourmonger about the theatre, it’s contents (showing the quality of the items found as worn by Algernon) and its location.  In kind the Rumourmonger gave Rain a small collection of copper and silver coins and the requested information.

“Caw Eh Carve arrived out of the blue a few months ago, no one seems to know from where.  With him he brought two things, money enough to get a broke Captain by the name of Alaventi back on the rails and his cargo of chalky blue rocks.  Where the rocks come from nobody knows but he pays well to have them shipped over Railsea. He has an apartment here in town, neighbours say that he can spend days in there when he’s here and keeps mostly to himself if he’s not here in the salvage markets looking for trinkets.” The Rumourmonger then coughed as if nervous to even take good money for the next piece of information.

“As for your crows…a drunk by the name of Gurf has been spreading a story about being transported to a world where crows walk around like men.  Where there are giant trees.” He gave a description of Gurf and where he usually hunts through trash for things to sell. “But surely that’s just a drunk’s fantasy.”

In return Rain gave a loose story of Elvin Lightfeather, saying he was a known organised crime figure from Manikiki instead of the truth that would not be believed anyway.  

As the group walked away, Rain sidled up beside Peggy.

“Crow people.  Could be important.”

“I don’t know.” she replied non committedly.

“If there are bird people there  could be fish people.”
“I never doubted it.” 

“One step closer?”

“I’ll have to see them to know.” she finally relented.

“Then crow people are important.”  Rain announced to the group, sounding more like himself again after this small success. 

“I want to look around the markets.” Algernon announced and Rain promptly handed over the small bag of coins he received from the Rumourmonger. The markets were array of all sorts of junk from familiar Earth garbage to unidentifiable items, even materials that were labeled Alt-salvage.  Of all bits and pieces on offer, Peggy was drawn to three items that seemed to have a touch of The Strange about them. 

The store owner had the three items on display in different corners of their shop.  The first was a plastic Jack-o-Lantern bucket which looked in remarkably good condition for being, as listed, arche-salvage and from the ancient past.  Another was an empty med-kit box, the third a signet ring with the symbol of crossed sword and hammer etched into it.

“I think these are recursion keys, simple ones.  Maybe one use.” Peggy commented almost to herself, but everyone including the store owner heard her.

“What did you call them?”  Asked the owner sensing a sale.

“Ah, slang from where we’re from.” Rain butted in as Bruce drew Peggy aside,  “Just one use simple trinkets, but she’s taken a liking so how much for the three?”

 “I’ll take a silver for the three, rare items those.” The store owner offered and Rain tried to counter offer without success.

“No really they’re obviously only worth 5 copper.”  Peggy barged back into the conversation annoyed at being left out. She planted five copper from her own money supplies onto the counter, “I have that.  You can take it or leave it.”

“Well if you say so, I trust your judgement.”  Rain encouraged her. A look came over her and she stared the store owner in the eye with a poise she rarely showed.

“As the lady says then, “ the storeowner grumbled and took the offered coppers, “Five coppers it is.”

The group took their treasures and headed for the dock, to hunt out the drunk called Gurf and see if there were any more details to his story.  He wasn’t hard to find, scavenging around in garbage behind one of the dockside pubs. Algernon went to the pub and bought a cheap bottle of whatever was on offer.  When he returned to the group it was confiscated by Bruce.

“You’re too young.” Bruce handed the bottle on to Rain. 

“Don’t worry about his puritanical leanings.” Rain commented, a cheeky glint in his eye,   “You have to remember they’re whole country had no alcohol for years, it’s a bit of a phobia for them.  You could always try with Keaton though, he’s not afraid of alcohol.” He walked away to talk to Gurf.

“No alcohol?  But how did they clean their wounds?” Algernon asked unsure of why someone would fear alcohol.

“You’re too young to drink it, buy it or possess it.  Do you know at your age it will actually hinder the growth of brain cells?”

“Drink it?”  Algernon seemed genuinely disgusted at the thought initially, but then his natural curiosity took over. “Why?”

“The moderate intake of ethanol lowers inhibitions which is usually  considered beneficial in some social settings.” Peggy commented interested in expanding Algernon’s knowledge of their world.

“Oh.  What’s it like?”

In the meantime, Rain had made contact with Gurf, gaining his attention by brandishing the Algernon’s bottle.

“Hi I’m Havel.  I understand you can tell some amazing stories about giant crows?”

The old bum,  lured by the offer of a drink, started at the mention of crows.

“I was…um… fossicking ‘ere… among the stuff they leave behind when I touched somethin’ and found myself in another place.  There were tall trees full of market stalls, a whole city. And the crows, giant crows walking around. Some of them saw me and chased me.  I hid and then… I was back here again.”

“You touched a thing, do you remember what it was?”

“Huh…uh…no.”

Rain looked at the bum critically, there was something missing from his story.  He handed over the bottle.

“You know I’m not the law or anything.  If there’s something about the story that you’re not proud of you can tell me, I won’t tell anyone.”

Gruf took a swig from the bottle, gathering some dutch courage and nodded his head sheepishly.

“Well yeah, there’s this dude called Eh Carve whose hardly home. I went by his place when I knew he wasn’t there and had a little look around.”

Rain nodded, this made more sense.
“And the thing you touched?”

“It was a pebble, a dumb stupid pebble with a clawed foot engraved on it.  I just touched it as I was reaching for a coin with a crow on it.”

“Good. And how did you get back from this other place, you were hiding and ….”

“That was it, I found myself back in the apartment and I ran out of there.”  Gruf looked past his bottle to the little man asking questions, “Do you believe me?”

“Let’s just say that it’s a great story.  Thank you Gruf, enjoy your drink.”

One last stop in Bollons, back to where it started at Caw Eh Carve’s apartment.  As they turned into his street Bruce noticed a suspicious looking character lurching outside the apartment building. He was new to the group, though his distinctive large hooked nose gave him an almost family resemblance to Caw Eh Carve,  Lightfeather and his goon. 

“Do you  think their noses look like beaks?” Algernon asked the group and Rain groaned.

“Uhh…Light-feather.  Caw eh Carve.”

“Oh no,” Peggy picked up on the connection,  “they’re all crow people.”

“They’re beaks must translate into large hooked noses.  Why didn’t we see that before?”

“Well do we talk to him or what?”  Bruce wanted to know, as standing in the middle of the street was getting them noticed.

“What if Peggy and I go around the back and wait for you and Rain to open the window.” Algernon suggested as Rain watched the guy noting his body language and posture.  

“Yeah, he’s just a bouncer.  We can get past him, eh Bruce?”

“It’s your show, do your thing.” he replied, readjusting his sledgehammer on his back in preparation.

“Don’t worry, “ Algernon added, “I’ll plug him full of lead if he looks like a threat.”

Rain with Bruce behind, walked confidently up to the man on  guard as if they had every right to be there.

“Mr Lightfeather sent us.  We need to get into the apartment.” Rain said quietly so only the guard and Bruce could hear.

“Huh, he never sent word.”  the guard replied. He wasn’t suspicious as yet, but he was certainly taking an interesting their story.

“Yeah, new information just in.  It seems it has something to do with that group that were working with Caw Eh Carve. We’ve been sent to let you know to keep an eye out and to let us in to look for clues.”  Rain’s patter fell on the guard and he shook it off uninterested.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” he waved them both in.

Once inside and the window opened the group were reunited in the tiny apartment.  It looked no different. One room with a bed, a chest of draws, a small kitchenette with the cupboard door open from when Caw Eh Carve had searched for the key.

Peggy closed her eyes and used her other senses to ‘feel’ for signs of The Strange in the space. Nothing.  Algernon and Bruce used their eyes and searched everywhere for a pebble with a crow’s claw imprint or the coin but all they found were impressions in the dust where they had once lay.  There was nothing left for them there.

Now sure they’d tied up as many loose ends as they were likely to in the backwaters of Railsea, the group locked the door and window and formed their circle for translation.  For once Bruce did not argue the holding of hands as Peggy focused her thoughts on Earth and home.

The translation was swift and painless and they all found themselves back in Peggy’s old lab now empty and dark.  There was nothing to show how much time had past or they had been away at all.  

Rain and Algernon went straight to Lawrence Keaton’s office.  They quickly debriefed, informing him about the world linked to the mole rat skull and the shipments of Spiral Dust as chalky rock from a recursion called Crows Hollow. 

“We know of Crows Hollow.” Keaton informed them, “It is one of the older Earth-based recursions.  It is a society of crow people governed by a number of families, think of the mafia. Don Whitecliff is the head of the Drood family, one of the largest and most powerful families in Crows Hollow.”  

Rain laughed almost hysterically as he shook his head in disbelief.

“It is…interesting to discover that the Droods are caught up in all this.  The Lightfeather connection is a good lead. Well done.”

“So how do we take him out?”  Algernon, straight to the point sobered Rain and focused Keaton on him.

“You need more firepower than you currently have.”

“I’m pleased you mentioned that, I realise that an anti-tank gun….”
“You’re not getting an anti-tank gun.”

“So you said, but what about a crossbow?”

The question was such a departure from  what Keaton was expecting that he stopped and thought for a moment.

“Why a crossbow?”
“I got used to handling one out on the Railsea and I’d like to keep training with one here.”

“He did practise a lot while we were travelling to Bollons.” Rain added supportively.

“I guess.  I’ll write up permission for you to train with one here in the gun range.” Keaton started filling in a note to the master of arms. “Anything else you gentleman want?”

“Yes, several things.  Lightfeather is a figure from my past that I would be interested in knowing more about.  Please, and yes I am asking, please could I have access to any records on Lightfeather and his operations?”

“Yes, I think that would be appropriate, you said several things?”

Rain looked at Algernon and took a breath.

“While we were out in Railsea the other three, Algernon, Bruce and Peggy, all displayed extraordinary powers all linked to The Strange.”  Rain said quickly as if ripping the bandages from a wound. “Does the Estate know about such…abilities amongst those who are awakened”

Keaton sat back in his chair and watched Rain for a moment, 

“Just the other three.”
“Yes.”  Rain replied curtly sure he’d shown a weakness to this Keaton he may come to regret.

“You must understand that those who are awakened are a very small number.  But it has been noted in those rare individuals, that overtime they gain…an affinity with The Strange that allows them to do some amazing things.”

“I would like to study all The Estate has on those powers if I may?”

“Certainly.  You’ll want to talk the Hertzfeld about that.”  Rain nodded and Keaton made a note, “There was something else?”

“You said you’d looked into pay for Algernon and myself?”  Rain replied somewhat more cherrily at the prospects of being liquid again.

“Ah yes.”  Keaton got up and went to a small safe he had inside a cupboard.  From it he withdrew two slim envelopes, “The boffins in admin put their heads together and made you both bank accounts in false names.  It seems word of you two has got around as they thought it all highly amusing.”  

He came back and handed one envelope to Algernon labelled Bank account:  Fred Weasley and the other to Rain with a label, Bank account: George Weasley.  Rain just laughed as Algernon looked up the significance of the names on his smartphone.  Inside was a bank receipt for several thousand dollars (their pays to that date) and a debit card.

“I see us more as Kanada and Tetsuo, but I’ve never worked out which one of us is which.  It seems to change.” Rain commented referencing Algernon’s favourite ‘documentary’, Akira.

“Yes, “  Algernon replied looking thoughtful, “those names do seem more suitable.”

“Now if there’s nothing else, “ Keaton moved around the table to usher the two out of his office, but Algernon had one more request.

“I understand you could offer an alcoholic beverage.”

Keaton looked to from the innocently looking young man to the smiling silent crook beside him with a meaningful glare. 
“I’m sorry Algernon, regardless of what you’ve been told, you’re a little young for hard liquor.”
“I’m 15.” Algernon retorted frustrated by his lack of years and how much it meant.

“Sorry, too young sonny.”  Keaton patted his head patronisingly and Rain could only shrug his shoulders.

“I’ll come back then.  In a few days?”

“Try a few years.”

At about the same time Bruce had made his way to Katherine Manners’ office and was having a similar debrief with her.

“….if seems that Lightfeather is known to Rain, some sort of mafia connection.” Bruce concluded, “And now we’re back.  Is there anything that we should be doing now? Any Advice on what to do about Crows Hollow and Lightfeather?”

“I think my advice at this time is to step back.  Crows Hollow and Alvin Lightfeather aren’t going anywhere. Earthside, you have a few loose ends to tie up.  The individual you call the Cowboy is still loose and unidentified and the cameras your group set up at the docks are still in operation.  Though that smuggling route has been closed down there are undoubtedly many more. If that is not enough to keep you busy I do have other tasks.”

“I guess there’d been a backlog of footage from those cameras after a ten days in Railsea.”  Bruce replied thoughtfully at all there was still to do. 

“Ten?  You’ve only been gone four. Don’t worry about it, it’s a hazard of translations. Not all recursions time flows the same as here.”


“You mentioned other tasks?”  Bruce changed the subject quickly, sure heard such disturbing talk from the others.  

“Yes…” she referred to notes in front of her, “Liza Banks, our Chief of Public Relations,  would like some staff to give a Morrison Fellowship prize to a surprising young woman called Gwendolyn Wurtz.  It seems she’s able to power a smartphone through only body heat.”

“Oh…?” Bruce replied a little confused.  He wasn’t sure how doing a public relations job would keep the world safe.

“We do this from time to time when The Estate comes across unusual stories .  The Morrison Fellowship is a cover that allows us to go in and investigate. You’re to make sure Gwendolyn’s discovery is what it claims to be and not the result of a cipher or some other world interference.”

Bruce nodded, now understanding a little more the importance of The Estate for world safely.

“Before I go I wanted to ask about the story we got from the drunk, Gurf?  It seems when he touched the stone he was temporarily transported to Crows Hollow.  I seems the stone was a one use key that then teleported him back.”

“Yes, that was an interesting point in your story.  Please remember to put that into your report.”

“Oh, and I feel I need to report that Algernon is trying to get himself drunk.”  Bruce added as a passing thought as he stood to leave.

“Young men and their idle thoughts.”  Katherine shook her head and saw Bruce out.

Musings 10: Tourists

I am a citizen of the world.  Born of a nation that would have seen me dead in a ditch.  Kidnapped (in the nicest way) to Northern Europe where my mere presence was an embarrassment.  Palmed off to an ally that accepted me like all refugees to that country, as requiring assimilation.  And assimilate I did. You wouldn’t know me from a native Brit, but I’ve never really belonged there.  Though my accent is pure London I am all too aware that it’s a borrowed tongue.

Recently, I had reason to think on this issue in a larger scale.  What if you were a citizen of planet Earth, roaming worlds like some of us roam countries.

Language has no correlations to anything in your experience, so understanding the words doesn’t mean understanding the meaning or the intent.  

Imagine culture shock when you’re not even the same species as your hosts.  Gestures take on a whole new meaning when there’s more digits to express them.

Food and drink that may be incompatible. Bali Belly would look like a mind stomach complaint.

No embassies to run to , hardly any other travellers to ask advice. Like early explorers into untouched lands, you are alone.

And you, unable to obfuscate, the glaring fact that you do not belong. 

Of course, if we can travel to these amazing worlds, so can residents of these worlds come here.  Getting a better view on the scale of border control? Maybe you already met some of these visitors.

Did that Japanese lady who asked directions to the beach have gills? The gentleman in the all you can eat restaurant, was that double chins or double mouths?Was that a hooked-nose the guy in the bar was sporting actually a nose or was it a beak?

So, what sort of host are we being to our interplanetary visitors?  And, maybe a more interesting question, what incompatibles are they bringing with them?

Musings 9: A small universe…

I’m not a fool, I know that right now my life is pretty good.  I have a place is relatively safe, I have companions, some more agreeable than others.  I have a job that is mind -alteringly amazing as well as terrifying and deadly all at the same time.  It could be said that I’ve landed on my feet.

And then a figure from my past steps in.  Now I know people say “…it’s a small world…”  to explain how you can meet best friends fiance on a trip to the centre of Africa, fall in love, break up their relationship and destroy three lives. It happens.  But in my case…lets say its more of a ‘small universe’.

When I first came to the US I worked for a mob boss called Louis (as in the French Kings) Astra.  He called himself ‘The King of the Stars’ and no one laughed. No one forgot to call him Mr Astra and if he asked them to call him Louis they never forgot the pronounciation.  He was that tough a guy. He ran nightclubs.
At one called ‘The Last Shot’ (both meanings appropriate there) I would do my close work sleight of hand to tables of customers. To these nightclubs a Mr Elvin Lightfeather would sometimes come and see the boss.  

I know my boss had people killed. I saw is henchmen’s handy work on occassion.  Hell, I know the boss wasn’t afraid of the wet work himself. And to Mr Lightfeather he was grovelling obsequiousness. Lightfoot was a guy that the tough-guys fear.

After I saw how little Mr Astra thought of life, I got out.  I’m not ashamed to admit it, I ran. So imagine my horror when months later, in literally the last place I could even imagine, Mr Elvin Lightfeather is on the other side of a door threshold to me.  This is the man, that the man I run from is scared of. I admit it, I panicked. I slammed the door in his face and ran. 

 It didn’t go so well.

When my past caught up before, only I took the brunt, I only had to worry about me.  Now, there are three others who are now in Lightfeather’s sights.  I don’t know if this time running from my past it going to be enough.

7. New and Old Business

The group, finding themselves in the deserts of Railsea, walk towards black smoke on the horizon and are rescued by The Limness, a moling train out of Bollons.  Things are looking up as their target, Caw Eh Carve, is a valued passenger aboard.  After giving directions to a fabulous black mole, the Captain welcomes the group to the Limness.

    *     * *    

Algernon spotted Captain Alavanti’s cabin boy and introduces himself.  Desperate not to let Algernon out of his sights and keen to learn the language of this new place, Rain follows along quietly.

Peggy followed the sounds of the engine down ladders into the darkened interior of the engine itself.  Black smoke meant leaking oil or insufficient burning of the fuel, either was inefficient and detrimental to other systems.

Bruce found himself alone on the top deck with the Captain wondering where everyone had gone.  

“Captain, need anything wrecked?”  Bruce asked hesitantly, unsure of the roleplay and lies the party had agreed.

The Captain looked the big man over and nodded sagely, 

“Let me introduce you to someone.”

Leading the way, Captain Alavanti walked back along the engine and down a ladder to the lower deck of the crew sleeping quarters.  Here the night shift were trying to sleep as others like the Captain and Bruce used the carriage as convenient passage to the rest of the train. From the second to the third carriage and up another ladder to stand on top  of the currently stationary train. Bruce looked around for the usual safety equipment he was familiar with from working on construction. Scaffolding, harness or something for the inevitable fall. Nothing but a wielded railing that looked like it could just about hold Algernon in place.  Walking along the top of the third carriage Bruce couldn’t help but hum the James Bond theme. Though the carriage roof was not flat but round and still swayed even when the train was still, he felt perfectly at ease and matched the Captain’s confident gait. They passed by two large crossbows that he was informed were ballistae.  Each was crewed by two heavily built characters whose job it would be to train their harpoon ladened ballista on whatever creature the Captain chose to pursuit. Right now, it was the Dreaming Sable.

The third ballista was crewed by only one strongly built woman with arms that rivaled Bruce’s own, covered in fine black tattoos.

“We lost someone a few days ago.  This is Taki, you’ll be with her while you’re on board.  Taki, this is Bruce. Show him the ropes.”

This is useless being parked up here –  this is not the job we’re here to do. Bruce thought to himself.  He looked at the contraption, a mix of metal, wood, rope and sinew and internally sighed.

“So, what do we shoot?”

“The …Mole.”  The Captain replied simply and left Bruce and Taki to get to it

Peggy had found the engine, a huge block of metal surrounded by two sets of stairs that lead down either side and in turn, were surrounded by a metal housing that was all that was visible from the outside.  It was twice her height and three times her length and accessed via attached running ladders on both sides.Here she found the engineer, a greasy runt of a man with an immaculately trimmed handlebar moustache.

“Engine burning low, why?”  She blurted out, her phrasing truncated from exhaustion from days of travel.

“Er…?”

“You’re wasting twenty percent of your fuel as black smoke, I followed it for six miles across this mole infested place.”

The engineer shrugged, 

“Diesels are smokey.”  This response did nothing to improve her mood.

“Who are you?”  She demanded as she walked the engine taking note of everything that needed doing.  When she reached the front of the engine, she stopped and closed her eyes, just listening to the engine as it idled on the spot.  The little engineer, not use to the technobable, slouch along behind cowed.

Through the constant and unceasing clack and growl of the engine she could hear the irregular rhythm of the engine as each piston pumped in sequence.  There was a timing issue with one of the pistons. It would need a tuneup and that would mean turning off the engine completely.

“Follow me, apprentice.”  She beckoned and the engineer complied.

“Make a list.  Get permission for an overhaul, a day minimum.  Replace all oil and resump. Replace this….” she said pointing to something streaked with residue from broken seals.

“Replace with what?”  he replied looking completely dumbfounded, “Do the Captain look like he’s made of money?”

“Right, well then we’ll just do what we can.”  She turned back to the engine and contemplated her next move.

“Hi, Elvin El Fawhl, is the name, “ said the young man about Algernon’s age extending a grimy hand, “welcome aboard The Limness.”

“Thank you Elvin.”  Algernon replied politely then steered Elvin away from the  rest of the crew, “How long have you travelled with the Limness?”
“Oh, this is just my first trip out of Bollons, just a few months now.  What happened to your train?”

“It fell through some weak rail a ways back, “  Algernon replied falling into a similar pattern of speaking as Elvin. “The crew were attacked by mole rats, we were the only ones to survive.”

“Mole rats!  We get our fair share of moles too. Caught ourselves a smaller great southern only just last month, plenty of meat in the chiller carriage.  What was your train?”

“Um…er…merchant, “  Algernon was starting adlib now in earnest as he tried to fill in the gaps of their lie.  “Yeah, we had a load of fine costumes.”

“Fine costumes?  Who’d want that?”

Algernon shrugged, “Someone with money.”

“I bet they’d be going to Manikiki, that’s where all  the money is.” Elvin nodded sagely now the expert in this conversation.

As the two talked, Elvin good naturedly gave a guided tour of the train from engine to the third carriage looking back onto the fourth and last in the train.

“We stays clear of the fourth carriage unless we really need to.”

“Why that?”

“Dunno, before my time. Er, fancy a meal?  Mess will be open ‘bout now.”

As they walked back Algernon had got to the heart of the matter, 

“So as cabin boy, what are your duties?”
“Stuff for the Captain, sometimes the trains Doctor, sometimes for the passenger.”

“If I’m to help you maybe I should be introduced to the passenger, what’s his name?”

“Er…sure, he’s Mr Caw Eh Carve, nice enough, keeps to himself mind.”

“Does he disembark much when you get to town?”

“No, not really.  Mostly just stays on board.  That is when we’re not picking him up or dropping him off at his tiny island in the middle of the Railsea.”  Elvin dangled out that tidbit of gossip like some sensational secret.

Caw Eh Carve was in the mess, sitting alone when the three of them arrived and Elvin pointed him out.  He was a thin gentleman with an impressive hooked nose made even more prominent by the addition of a pince nez. He wore a waistcoat and long sleeve button up shirt and looked nothing like the Cowboy as confirmed by Kamn Sharn.  If anything he looked something like a fussy business man on an enforced holiday.

Algernon steps up to Caw Eh Carve’s table, 

“My name is Algernon, I’m here to be your cabin boy.  It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”  

Rain gave an audible groan.  He’d had a plan for confronting Caw Eh Carve and now he was seeing the result of not sharing that plan.  With a defeated look, he sat down with a group of train’s crew and with his newly acquired Railcreole chatted to the like a native.

Bruce on the top deck of the third carriage was wondering how long until break.

“What do you do for a meal or a drink up here?” he asked Taki who, he had found out, was a woman of few words. She opened up a small compartment meant to for storing rope, spare bolts or harpoons and tools for the ballista.  Here she had stowed a bottle of warm cloudy-water and a few snacks from the mess. Bruce eyed the water, figured it was no worse than he’d had on other building sites and took a swig. It tasted of barrel but otherwise hit the spot.  Now he realised there were other bodily needs that were pressing.

“How about the facilities?”

She replied with a gesture to a patch of the roof where the railing was missing and a sturdy pole had been welded.  It seemed that the pole was a safety feature.

“Right.”  Bruce nodded and sat back down.

Rain was feeling better about chatting with the crew.  Once he’d opened them up, the crew were full of gossip about their infamous passenger.  It seemed that Caw was a regular on the Limness and the Captain often called in at the little rock island of his to drop him off with a load of cargo or to pick him up empty handed.  Though the crew were clear that moling was good money, they were sure that it wasn’t enough for the sort of travelling the Captain could afford and gossiped about whether the Captain was in on whatever Caw was.  They were also very informative as to why no one travelled on the fourth carriage.

“Ah well, see the Captain makes Eh Carve put his luggage there don’t he.” said one of the master butchers hired by the Limness to deal with the molemeat and make it ready for sale. “After last time, hey boys?”

There was general laughter and they all fell over each other to tell the tale how the Captains philosophy, the Dreaming Sable, was particularly fond of whatever is in Caw Eh Carve luggage and nearly wiped out the whole train trying to get access.

“Now we leaves it at the back of the train, less likely to derail the whole thing if the talpa gets a hankering.”

They also had a lot to say about almost anything.  Rain, by training, was a good listener and encourage talk on all subjects including the myths and legends, the gods and above all the Godsquabble that had created the Railsea.  Two gods particular caught Rain’s attention as they were described. The first and greatest of the gods was That Apt Ohn, a fat man dressed in black with a chimney stack for a hat.  The other was Rail-Hater Beeching. As the two gods were introduced, Rain smile widened as he realised the first was a clear description of the Fat controller from the Thomas the Tank Engine books he’d read as a child.  The other was a real person who had been infamous for closing down a lot of smaller lines all throughout Great Britain in an attempt to nationalise the Rail. Instantly Rain burst into a ditty:

Oh Doctor Beeching,

What have you done.

There once were lots of trains to catch, 

But soon there will be none.

I have to buy  a bike for I can’t afford  car

Oh Doctor Beeching what a Naughty Man you are!

Silence followed his song as it sunk in that the new chap has just called one of their gods a ‘naughty man’.  Taking the hint, Rain left the table and join Algernon with Caw Eh Carve.  Algernon applauded loudly at this sudden and surprising little song from his friend. It was the first time he’d heard live music and encouraged Rain to continue.

“Play it again!” he said as Rain slunk into the seat beside him.

“Maybe later.” Rain replied sotto voce, before turning to Eh Carve now all business.  

“I see you’ve been talking to my associate, that’s good Mr Eh Carve, because we have quite a few things in common.”  From his coat pocket, Rain pulled out his puzzle box and opened it to the only compartment that he could. It was full to the brim was a sparkling blue dust.

“So. You didn’t get that off me.”  Eh Carve bluffed.

“Sure we did, Kamn Sharn was so very helpful.  You see we took all that was left, and we took over the warehouse and we now own the other side of your little venture.”  Rain gestured to the dust and put it away, the impression made.

“You come here threatening me…” Caw Eh Carve started shouting getting the attention of the crew still in the mess.  Rain held up his hands in a conciliatory gesture. 

“Never threaten, not I.  I want to give you…advice.  My Earth does not need this stuff and so my advice to you is that you move on and pursue…other markets.  You are a well travelled gentleman, you must know of other places?”

His words had the desired effect and Caw Eh Carve seemed to deflate a little where he sat.  Now it was his turn to be conciliatory.

“Be reasonable.  Surely we can come to some arrangement.  I have a person I need to keep happy.”

Rain zeroed in on this.  Another person, someone bad enough to scare Eh Carve?

“What if that person wasn’t a problem.  We are also pursuing a murderer. Now I believe, Mr Eh Carve, that is not you.”

Caw licked his lips nervously as he weighed up what he had been told in the last few minutes. 

“I don’t think you realise what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Maybe, but surely that is up to myself and my associates to decide?”  Rain leaned back, he had his fish was just reeling him in. “Rest assured, Mr Eh Carve, we control the globe and the skull, you will no longer be doing business in my Earth.”

The silence between the two of them was physical.  Rain held the other man’s gaze with the full confidence of someone who had no idea of the consequences.  Eventually, Caw Eh Carve relented, taking off his pince nez to clean them on his sleeve.

“Don Whitecliff at Crows Hollow.  But I didn’t tell you.” He finally whispered low and painfully, like pulling a thorn from a deep wound.

“And Crows Hollow, where is it?  Here or…” he left it hanging unsure what talk of different worlds would mean to the crew.  Caw Eh Carve said nothing, but gave a withering expression to show that whatever Railsea was, it was not where people that frighten Caw Eh Carve lived.

“No, not here. Very well Mr Eh Carve.  I knew you could be a reasonable man.” Rain got up to leave Eh Carve when a cry echoed across the train.

“MOLE BREECH!” The cry filled the whole train and was repeated from mouth to mouth along its length.  The mole had been spotted! It’s breached! All hands on deck!”

Taki jumped up from her resting place leaning against the ballista and searched the sand either side of the track ahead.  Bruce stood up too in time to see the massive mountain of beast fall from breech to crash into the sand one side of the line, dive under and pop back up the other side.  It was in line with the train now and moving fast. Now that he knew what he was looking for, Bruce could see along the creatures flanks a line of harpoons broken, spears and trailing rope from previous altercations.

“How often have you shot this thing?”  Bruce asked trying to determine the best spot to hit the beast to have the most effect.  

“A few.  One time he pulled a ballista clear off the train.”  Taki tapped the bolts and metal plate holding the ballista in place. “But the Captain, must have his philosophy.”

“Philosophy?”

“I took you for a seasoned hand.  First time on the rails? Sheltered life?  The beast that gives the Captain’s life purpose.”

“Star’b!” A call from the Captain rang out over the ship and the train clattered across the switched in pursuit of the Dreaming Sable.

“Maybe we should aim for a soft target, like the face or maybe an eye.” Bruce mused as the creature leaped once more out of the sand 100 yards off beside the train.  It was heading straight for the last carriage. From his view on the third, Bruce couldn’t see the face, but another soft target was presenting itself.

Between the two of them, Bruce and Taki moved the ballista around until it lined up with the creatures behind.

“Come on you bastard, I want to take your temperature!”  Bruce roared as the ratchet was released and the limbs threw the harpoon straight and true.

“Bullseye!”  Burce cheered followed similar cries all over the train.  The beast was harpooned!

In response, the mole arched skywards.  As it fell it brought its entire weight down on the last carriage.  The train shuddered and rolled and the squeal of tearing metal could be heard.  Tossed sideways, Bruce lost footing on the carriage roof and was saved from being thrown off completely by grabbing the piss-poll.  Tika stumbled but also righted herself as she looked back to Bruce.

“Yeeha!”  Bruce cried again, swinging back on the carriage as the train tacked again.

“Port!  Port!” Came the cries over the train, once more the clatter of switches and the harpoons were back in range again.  None too soon as the ballista assembly groaned and yawed sideways under the strain of the beast and finally…

SNAP!  Like a gunshot the metal gave way and the harpoon and its ballista sailed through the air towards the monster.

Like a flash Bruce ran back up the train to the next ballista.  Its crew had difficulties in bringing the ballista to bear the first time the beast was in range.  Now, with four of them, they pulled it into place . The sable now free of the line rummaged in the fourth carriage for the luggage as Bruce released the ratchet.  The aim this time was a little off. The harpoon penetrated the skin on the flank but couldn’t burrow deep into flesh to hold and was quickly broken off. The line dropped and the talpa, its prize of crates in its mouth, flipped and dove directly down, back into the depth.

Inside the train, the few crew and the train’s passengers picked themselves up and assessed their bruises.  No one was badly injured, though from the look on Caw Eh Carve face, he had taken a fatal blow. He looked out blankly at what was left of the last carriage as the train pulled up alongside.  

“I guess that’s where your stock was kept, Mr Eh Carve.”  Rain commented making the connections.

“What makes you say that?”  Eh Carve vainly tried to bluff again the con man, more out of habit.

“Something the crew said.  The mole has a taste for your wares, this venture was not going to last long with those sort of loses.  You need us to deal with… your employer, if only to give you a chance to find another business.”

Caw Eh Carve said nothing but stare at the passive faced little man and then back at the ruin of this spiral dust empire.  

While the last carriage was assessed and hauled back onto the rail, news of Peggy working on the now silent engines had started spreading through the crew.  Opinions were mixed, but it was said the bullied engineer was abusing her name and praising her knowledge in a single breath which impressed many that heard him.

“Should we let Doc Peggy work on the engine?”  Algernon pulled Rain aside as the crew made themselves busy getting the Limness train-shape for travel.

“I don’t know anything about engines, better her…” Rain shrugged, just glad to have a moment to talk to his young associate.

“But we’ll end up going through a portal!” 

“I don’t think that’s likely here,“ he smiled relieved that Algernon’s fears were all the old reliable ones.  He changed the subject, “While I have your attention, when were you going to tell your bro’ about all these powers?”

Rain may have dropped the subject for the sake of survival, but he’d not forgotten that everyone in the party, to the exclusion of himself, had only the day before manifested superhuman powers.  It particularly galled him that Algernon, what he considered his partner against bureaucracy and mediocrity, had not once mentioned his theories.

“I…I’m sorry…”

“Like I know the word brother couldn’t possibly mean the same to you as it does to…”

“I wanted to…”

“And you talk to Peggy first?  You? I should at least be happy it wasn’t Bruce!”

“I was hoping she could help me work it out my theory.”

“Well, when we get back, we’re going to work it out.” Rain looked pointedly at Algernon who nodded wholeheartedly.

“It’s part of what we all do, even you.”  Algernon insisted, but was only acknowledged by the slow sad shake of Rain’s head.

“No, no Algernon.”  he held up his slender clever hands as if to demonstrate, “Nothing, nada.  It’s very nice of you to say, but don’t think I haven’t tried?”

The exploits of the new ballista crew member swept through the train as was the fact that the Captain himself was very pleased with the skill and commitment the recently trainwrecked, Bruce had shown in the hunt.  While the train lay idle on the tracks as part of Peggy’s stellar repairs, the Captain welcomed Bruce and Peggy, as well as their other associated to his dinner table that night. It was a small affair, the Captain, the four companions and Caw Eh Carve, quiet and withdrawn over his meal.

“With all your good work on the engine we’ll be ready to limp back to Bollons by the morning, eh Engineer Peggy?”  Captain Alavanti tried drawing the preoccupied scientist into conversation.

“Hmmm, yes.  I was wondering if you wouldn’t be interested in a duel engine system for future travel.  Crew could do repairs as required while still maintaining at least half power.” Peggy had been putting her sizable brains to the problem of keeping a training moving while also keeping up her heavy maintenance schedule.

“Duel engines!  Why I never…” the Captain replied flabbergasted.  And that was the problem, there were very few people in this world that ever thought outside of their preprogrammed existence.  It made Rain think of the difference between those with the spark who could travel The Strange, and those without. He turned to speak quietly to Eh Carve.

“You are well travelled man, I wonder what do you know about the awakened?” 

“Not much.  The awakened are more myth than fact.”

“So you’d have no information on spiral dust and its effects on the awakened?”

Caw Eh Carve looked up at Rain silently reassessing the little man.

“Toast.  To a brilliant shot and may there be many more until that black rogue is finally caught!” the Captain stood and raised his glass of rum.  The rest of the party did likewise. 

“I bet he’ll feel that one in the morning.”  Bruce added enjoying his new found celebrity.

“What we need sir is a stronger cable, maybe chain?” the Captain mused as they sat back down, now talking about his favourite subject.

“With all due respect sir, it wasn’t the line that gave way, but the wielding holding the ballista to the carriage.  What we need is to figure out some way of hurting it.”

Rain handed Bruce the Spying grenade, 

“That has an explosive. Not much, but get it in the right place…”

“What about that other cipher, the freezing one.” Bruce looked to Algernon who pulled out a small cipher that when connected to ammunition caused a cold effect.

“We could freeze it’s nuts off with that.” Bruce proclaimed making the Captain laugh.

“When the beast comes at us head on, you won’t know what to shoot, sir.”  Which made the table laugh, except for Eh Carve who silently drank his rum.

“Excuse me Captain,” Algernon interrupted, “the crew mentioned this was not the first time the Dreaming Sable had gone for the cargo.”

The Captain lost his jolly glow and glanced at Caw Eh Carve  nervously.

“Ah, that is correct.  We needed to move the goods to protect the train.”

“Does the creature hang around the source?”  

Now the Captain looked perplexed, 

“The source…?”

Rain made an intuitive leap, 

“Another recursion?” he suggested to Caw Eh Carve who replied with two words.
“Crows Hollow.”

“You speak plainly enough, but I can not make sense of your meaning.”  the Captain said and Rain turned back to the Captain, topping up both Eh Carve’s and the Captains rum.

“As I said when we first met Captain, fortune was indeed smiling on both me and Mr Eh Carve when you stopped to pick us up, we have much in common.”

Eh Carve scoffed and drained his glass.

Algernon also swigging down the rum was almost bursting with an idea and once again engaged with the Captain.

“Sir, on the …island I come from we attach large hooks to chains, baited with meat.  These we throw out into the sands and draw back, in the hopes of attracting a mole to our line.  This we also call moling. If we were to scale up the process, possibly use some of Mr Eh Carve product as bait…?”

“What and interesting thought!  What do you say Caw, how much would it cost to get some of your stock?” 

“Cost is not the issue sir, it is getting new supplies.” Eh Carve replied now more than a little drunk.

“Eh-Carve, are you really going back to Crows Hollow?” Rain asked again quietly once the talk moved back to the mechanics of fishing for the Dreaming Sable.  

“I’m thinking of looking for another place.”
“Probably wise.  Your key, could I take it off your hands?”

Caw Eh Carve shook his head in disbelief and laughed,

“I don’t think you know what you’re getting into but, sure you can have the key.”

The limping trip to Bollons took less than a week in which the companions entrench themselves into life on the Limness.  Peggy spent her time on the engine for which she was showing her usual focus and ingenuity. Algernon spent time on the top deck of the carriages in crossbow practice,  shooting and whatever he could spot. Sometimes Rain would hang out here and at those time Algernon noted that the conman did not show any of his nervousness around the crossbow as he did with the gun.  As for Rain, he spent a lot of time with the crew learning and teaching railshanties. His Beeching ditty had taken on a notoriety among the crew who were not as strictly religious and they were keen to learn more.

Railsea Shanty

(Bound for Botany Bay)

Alavanti, is our gracious Captain, 

There’s the first mate and all the train’s crew

There’s Eh Carve and any train passengers

What will us poor trainwrecks go through.

Chorus:

Sh-rash-shaa, Sh-rash-shaa Ras-kaba-tak

Sh-rash-shaa, Sh-rash-shaa Shrae

Sh-rash-shaa, Sh-rash-shaa Ras-kaba-tak

We follow the molin’ rail.

Dreamin’ Sable, the Captain’s philosophy, 

Will make all the Limness Crew proud.

When they catch it and take it back westward,

To ac-o-lades and great renown.

Chorus:

Miss Peggy she works on the engine,

Making it work smooth and slick.

She won’t care a toss for your favours, 

And she knows how to land a good kick.

Chorus:

Algie’s a crack shot on crossbow,

And Bruce smashes giant rats blind.

Havel can chat up wholesalers, 

Gaining best deals for mole meat you’ll find.

Bruce alone seemed the only one not content with life on the rails.  There were constant discussions of translating back to The Estate, which all lead to the inevitable problem of the globe being many miles behind them.  After days of being the “…train wreck survivor that hit the Dreaming Sable…”, Bruce was growing tired of telling the tale. He found satisfaction in helping Peggy in engineering, though mostly it just felt hot and crowded. When Algernon and Rain were on the top deck he sought them out trying to build a rapport. The rest of his time was spent on top of third carriage with Taki in companionable silence. Here he could exercise himself to exhaustion, practice with his crowbar and keep his deeper thoughts at bay.

On the sixth day after rescue, his keen eyes first glance land ahead even before the lookout at the bow of the train.  A long stretch of plateau covered in tiny buildings rising from docks down at the sandfront up to larger stone fronted buildings on the higher ground.  Bollon’s was a city of 50,000 souls and was the home of the Limness and much of its crew.

“Land ho!

The group, first off the train, followed Caw Eh Carve through the crowd of dock workers and family waiting  for the Limness. He lead them confidently through the main streets and thoroughfares as they made their way to his home in Bollons, a dingy one room apartment only just off the docks. It consisted of a bed and a small kitchen and a window opposite the only door.  As the group waited, Eh Carve pulled items out of his kitchen cupboard to reveal a false back. The back was removed to reveal…nothing, the space was empty.

“Ur…who has access to this place?”  Rain asked as someone knocked on the door.

Algernon’s crossbow came up and ready.  Bruce’s crowbar the same. Rain got the door.

“Yes…?” Rain stopped as present and past crashed together on the other side of the door.  Two men one tall and thin the other stocky, both in bowler hats. Rain’s eyes were only for the thin man with the cold stare. He clearly remembered numerous occasions when the gentleman before him was respectfully, almost reverently welcomed by Rain’s boss at the time, a gangster by the name of Louis Astra.

“Ah…Mr Lightfeather, what a surprise.” Rain said very politely almost bowing.  The thin man started at being recognised.

“It’s nice when my reputation precedes me,”  Mr LIghtfeather now focused on Rain who clutched at door for support. “How do you know me?”

“I worked for Mr Astra at The Last Shot, sir.  We were very impressed with your work.”

As Rain stumbled over his own racing thoughts, Algernon turned to Caw El Carve who looked desperate to find a way out.

“If you were to run, what would your key look like?”

“What?  Er…it’s a coin, with a crow.”

“Do you need to run?”

“That sounds like a good idea, yes.” Eh Carve agreed as Algernon put down his crossbow and opened the window.

“We’re here for Caw Eh Carve, give him to us and we won’t say any more.” Mr Lightfeather said from the doorway as Rain recognise the telltale bulges of hidden knives in his sleeves.  He turned to look at Algernon as the window opened and a silent decision was made. Rain slammed the door shut in Lightfeather’s face and locked it.

“I shut the door on Lightfeather!  Ohshitohshitohshitohshit.” 

Caw Eh Carve dove through the window followed by Algernon as Rain bounded across the room. Bruce and Peggy looking dumbfounded between them.

“What’s going on, why aren’t we fighting them?  Why were you all weird and polite all of a sudden?” Demanded Bruce, as Rain climbs out the window.

“Later speak, now run!” was the only reply as Rain dropped out of sight outside.

The party all follow Eh Carve out the window and down the alley between two buildings towards the busier main road ahead.  Behind, Lightfeather and his brawy companion, gave chase. Bruce and Rain were only just behind Eh Carve, Rain clumsily keeping up as he lept over mounds of waste and crates.

“Use to be good at this, I’ve got rusty at running away.” Rain thought,  “Damn, Bruce was right, I need more practice!” Two cries from behind made him and Bruce stop in their tracks.

Both Peggy and Algernon were caught each by their arm by the thick set man who was whipping them around to face his boss.  Peggy gave one of her piercing screams that rocked the thug on his heels, leaving him stunned. She then kicked him expertly between the legs before both she and Algernon continued to run down the alley.  

Faster than most could see, Lightfeather threw two daggers one towards Algernon and the other at Peggy.  Horrified, Rain and Bruce could only looked on as Algernon dodge his, Peggy screamed in pain and stumbled.  Again Lightfeather threw two daggers. This time Rain tried to deflect Peggy’s with his own, but Lightfeather’s daggers were too fast and both found their marks.  Peggy stumbles again, only just keeping on her feet. Algernon puts his hands up in surrender.

Desperate and searching around, Rain was surprised when Caw Eh Carve came to the rescue.  Pulling a device from his jacket Eh Carve threw it and a thick cloud of smoke settled on the area.  Beside Rain, Bruce looks down at him and smiled grimly before hefting his crowbar and running into the battle.  Lightfeather had by this time caught up with Peggy as Bruce rushed in, bringing down the crowbar in what would normally be a devastating blow.  Lightfeather brushed the attack aside, but it was enough time for Peggy to get away and around the corner out of sight of Lightfeather and his daggers.

The Bruiser dragged himself off the ground and squared up to Bruce  swinging with a haymaker that would have taken Bruce’s head off his he hadn’t dodged it in time.  As it is, a fist the size of Rain’s head whistles past Bruce’s own making it very clear how uneven the match was.

Lightfeather’s daggers flew once more.  Algernon and Rain dodged and together they ran up the alley to Peggy.

“Love your work Bruce, but the better part of valour and all that!” Rain calls to Bruce.  Peggy screams once more focusing her thoughts on the man who caused her so much pain. Lightfeather’s hands went numb and the dagger he had poised to throw fell to the ground as he was physically rocked by her attack.  While Lightfeather was distracted, Bruce made his escape and the party, now sans Eh Carve, ran out into the busy streets of Bollons.

“I think we’ve provided sufficient cover for Eh-Carve to get away.” Algernon said moments later as the group slowed and collected, trying their best to patch wounds on the move.

“Who the hell was that!” Bruce demanded again of Rain.  This time the smaller man obliged.

“His name is Elvin Lightfeather.  When I worked in a nightclub owned by a man named Louis Astra, Mr Lightfeather would occasionally come by and see him.”

“And…what was all that ‘love your work, sir’ stuff?”

“Look he scared my boss and Louis Astra didn’t take shit from anyone!”  Rain exclaimed, hoping to end the conversation. Bruce stared at him silently, the steely gaze more gripping than any bowler hatted thug’s.

“Alright.  Louis Astra, he liked to call himself King of the Stars…” when there was no obvious response from that revelation he took a deep breath, “…he was a mob boss. He had a lot of scary people who worked for him but everyone was polite to Elvin Lightfeather, even Louis Astra.”

“So, why didn’t we kill him?”  Peggy complained holding her wounded side.  Blood seeped slowly through her fingers and her face was deathly pale.

“We just tried to do that, “ Algernon retorted just as testily, “I don’t think we have a chance.”

“I can’t even comprehend the thought of fighting Elvin Lightfeather.” Rain said his face as pale as Peggy’s though he was uninjured, “These are people you run away from, not face off against in dark alleys.”

“But why did he attack.” Bruce wanted to know and Rain could only shrug.
“We got between them and Eh Carve.” Algernon supplied.

“No we weren’t, the door was open.” Peggy retorted as Rain moaned in horrible realisation.

“And I shut it in his face!” If it was at all possible, Rain went even whiter, “What did I do?”

“I don’t know why you didn’t go on one of your stabby-stabby attacks.” she rounded on Algernon ignoring the cowering Rain.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Algernon replied wanting the discussion to end. Rain looked from Algernon to Peggy now aware of his companions fighting.

“You know, the way you did with that mannequin in the wasteland.”

“I didn’t!” Algernon exclaimed harassed and…was that a little guilty?  Rain decided to step in.

“Now Peggy, you only say such things when you’re poorly.  Let’s get you somewhere quiet to rest.”

“No I don’t.  I always speak my mind.” she barked back noticeably swaying on her feet.

“Exactly.”  He replied as he looked around for a place for the group to hide, heal and rebuild.

To be continued….

Musings 8: To Magic or not to Magic

Magic is a cliche for all the things that people don’t understand.  

“Oh, look that light bulb lit up just like magic when you flicked that switch.”

“You can find out who won the football on your phone! Magic!”

“I want a unicorn that poops magic, mummy.  And I want it now!”

Bah, humbug!

Not even what I do is magic.  Illusion, deception, sleight of hand, misdirection. The make-believe we fall into when someone ‘seems’ to do the impossible right in front of us.  Science and art made to deceive. I even met my fair share of fake swarmies or table-rapping ‘psychics’. The saddest among them are those who actually believe their own stories, who have created the show and bought it for reals.  At least the cynical fortune tellers on their 1800 numbers and email chat lines do their deceiving honestly.

Yeah, I’ve looked and seen with my own eyes the fine fishing line, the secret compartments, the intricately worked out routines, done a few myself.  But in all that glitz and sparkle there is not one speck of magic.

If I had to give my definition of magic it would be the ability to control the energies around us and use them to do wonders that would be impossible for the mortal human.   I guess, by that definition the lighting of the bulb by electricity derived from renewable or nonrenewable means would be magic to a primitive, but doesn’t that prove my point.  

Even if we could meet Merlin tomorrow and he did some wonder of his art, couldn’t someone with an open mind, a little help and time work out how he did it?  And as soon as it is worked out…the magic is gone, it is just a process that can be learnt and achieved by anyone with the rights skills and resources.

No, there is no magic.  No magic for me.

6. Life on the Rails

The group made a thin rope line over the ties as they marched the empty desert traced with the railway lines.  Bruce in the lead kept his sharp eyes on the smoke on the horizon. Rain skipped and hopping along side, using his recently ancient golf club as a walking stick, trying to draw the bigger man into conversation.  Bruce’s attention was dominated by the shifting sand around the tracks, the smoke on the horizon and the indeterminate miles of track in between. Peggy was walking behind the first two going through her pack with a disappointed expression.  Many of her chemical testing kits seemed not to exist in this place. The engineering tools, a smattering of lab favourites and the never-ending rail, gave her the impression that she should start revising what she knew of engineering and locomotion.  Algernon grudgingly made up the rear of the convoy, his newly acquired crossbow almost as long as he was tall, locked and primed for action.

“You know, you look pretty comfortable out here, “ Rain, talking to Bruce, looked out of the empty expanse of dustbowl desert and rock. “You look like you belong.”

“Well, I’ve been working on the railroad…” a rich baritone reverberated from Bruce’s frame.

“That’s what I don’t get…” Rain’s thought process faltered as the rail started singing to vibration of the ground.  Slowly, an island grew out of the sand some distance ahead, dust raining down like sheets of water as a dark mound of fur and teeth and claws breeched the sand.  It’s black fur shone indigo in the hazy sunlight, silhouetted against the churning clouds above until it seemed it would touch them. Finally, when its bulk seemed like it would engulf the world, it stopped and collapsed back into the sand crashing, sending further ripples through the desert.  When the shaking ceased, the rails stopped their singing and the dust cloud diffused enough to see, the desert was as empty as it had been before the mountain of flesh had appeared.  

“What…?”  Rain asked as Bruce realised the party had stopped in their tracks at the sight of the massive rodent. He ushered the group forward again, but no one gave a voice to an opinion.

 Eventually, with the earworm previously placed, and because the rhythm matched their steady march, Rain started singing in a clear tenor, 

“I’ve been working on the railroad, All the live long day.”

Bruce picked up again, adding a base harmony.

“I’ve been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away.”

Algernon tried to follow on, but his adolescent voice cracked and skipped out of tune.

“Can’t you hear the whistle blowing rise up so early in the morn.”

“Algernon, you sound like my uncle.”  Bruce finally said as he took a step onto a rotted tie.  Before anyone could respond, he leg went through and the ground around the tie collapsed into darkness. With crowbar in hand, Bruce reached out and hooked the silvery lifeline of track now stretched unsupported above the hole he was falling into. He swung, metres above a sloping tiled floor, his head only just visible to those still on the surface.

Rain quickly locked down the rope between his putter and the rail, as Algernon and Peggy carefully move to the hole and looked down.  

“Quick, do to him what you did to me in the lab.” urged Peggy of Algernon as the later trained his crossbow on unseen monsters below Bruce’s dangling feet.

“Why, he’s holding on.”  

Bruce looked around at the room that he’d broken through.  The tiled floor was relatively clear of sand and rubble beside what had fallen in with him.  At one side of the room four doors that lead to tiny cubicles stood at varying degrees of openness.  The other end of the room porcelain sinks and chrome tap fixtures glinted in the weak light from outside.  On the side with the row of sinks was a closed door Bruce couldn’t see beyond. With one hand on the crowbar he untied himself from the rope line linking him to the surface and dropped down the couple of metres to the tiles.  The floor took his weight with a solid thump as he steady himself on the uneven surface. 

Now at floor level the scene around him came into confusing clarity.  He was in nicely appointed men’s toilet. As he walked around he tried the taps, cisterns and hand dryer surprised to find them still working, albeit just.  Turning on the taps set up a groaning followed by a loud hammering in the walls before thick black water dribbled into the dusty bowl. Even the hand dryer, a tube connected to some central air supply pumped out a gust of dusty air into his face before he closed the valve with a choking splutter.

As Bruce explored his subterranean discovery, a loud screech echoed off the empty plain.  Peggy looked up and saw a bird circling high above, but seemingly very close too. With closer attention she identified that the bird was an owl and was not very close, just of a colossal size.  Now scrambling as carefully as possible. Peggy, Algernon and Rain made their ginger way down the rope to join Bruce.

“Well I’ve been in some shitholes but this seem to be stretching the metaphor.”  Rain quipped.

  Now with the party assembled, Bruce opened the door onto a dimly lit corridor.  The door displayed a male symbol on a small brass plaque that glowed warmly in the darkness.  Another plaque, further along the passage, buried in rubble showed its female counterpart. The only light came from their open door and feint blue strips running along the corridor beside wall to wall red carpet. 

Ruined by time, dust and the smaller vermin, the red carpet ran discreetly up to each of four openings. The first was another corridor that disappeared around a corner to a t-intersection. 

The second opened out onto a balcony, once furnished with plush seats and rich wood polished furniture. From this vantage point the whole space was laid bear. The other openings lead to their own private boxes. Across a large empty space two boxes remained intact while a third had broken away from the wall and crashed into seating below.  In front of lower floor seating, was a large wooden stage filled with light from a hole in the roof above it. Partially filling the hole with boiler, ram rod and wheels was a steam engine.

“What a wonderful specimen, I must have a look at it.”  Peggy gaped at the engine seemingly missing the lost grandeur of the theatre all around her.  As if in response, Algernon unties himself from the diminished rope chain and jumps off the balcony into thin air. Both Bruce and Rain leap to catch, but Algernon did not fall, instead hovered out over the stalls.

“Oh, me!  Do me now!”  Peggy held her hands up as if to be picked up as the other two men gawped, stunned at the power on display.

“Hey, nice trick kid.”  Bruce eventually said as Peggy now lept up and was caught midair by an invisible force.  Rain had to move quick to untie himself from the floating Peggy before he too was dragged into the air.

“That’s no trick.”  Rain replied clawing at the leather covered bannister of the private box, “I know tricks, I know levitation.  That was not a trick.”

“I meant in the colloquial sense.”  Bruce glanced at Rain with concern. The smaller man was in the midst of some internal war. 

Rain turned yelling at Algernon, who was now slowly dropping himself and Peggy down to the stalls of the theatre, 

“What was that, what did you do?!”

“It’s the Strange.  Peggy and I can use it to change the rules, to do things.”  Algernon replied as Peggy started picking her way across to the train, “Like the thonics in that recursion.  How did they fly? Not with wings, but with their connection to the Strange. We all have it, us four. I just don’t know…”  Algernon’s words trailed off as his eye attracted by movement up on the stage. He followed Peggy who was even now investigating deep scratches  in the boiler.

“I think the kids going all Obi-Wan on us.” Bruce commented quietly to Rain who was barely paying attention.

“But how?  What is it? And so help you if says Magic…”  Rain was incensed completely self absorbed to notice Algernon swing his crossbow up and shot.  A squeal echoed all over the theatre as something large and hairy leapt up in the air on the stage beside Peggy. Bruce did not hesitate, but started climbing down from the balcony to the stall seating below. Peggy screamed as she saw the two giant rats crawl out from under the prone engine.  Energy vibrated the air, shaking the theatre and sending dust flying, but without focus it did nothing more.

“What did you do, you tricky bastard?!” Roared Rain collecting the rope and running down the hall to where he knew stairs would lead to a foyer. A frisson of energy hit Algernon making him feel just that little bit sharper, that little faster and just a little more daring. 

The rats, one with a bolt sticking out of its shoulder, split up and took an enemy each.  The injured one turned on Algernon the other stalked Peggy. Both found the tasty meat of the invaders.  Bruce slipped in his climb catching his hand on the broken brass decorations of the once luxurious theatre. 

With the fight to the death in front of the stage in progress,  Rain raced down the staircase to the foyer. Using his own momentum he propelled himself down the banister which in usual circumstances would have taken the weight. Buried theatres aren’t maintained as they should and the railing, only held in place by rust and luck, gave way.  Rain tumbled into a mess of limbs and rope as he spotted Peggy swiped defensively at the rat with her equipment bag.

“No!  Bad lab rat!”

“Peggy!  Give it one from me!”  Rain called out, the acoustics of the old theatre carried his words to her and she too felt a frisson of energy.  Bruce was finally in place, the shaft of his sledge hammer slick with blood from his own injury. He looked to Algernon facing his injured beast, and Peggy, the damsel in distress.

“I don’t know who to save.” he said out loud before finally swinging his mallet down to Peggy’s aid. It smashed into the rat’s skull with a shuddering crunch.  The rat had no idea what had hit it, it looked up at him one last time then slumped to the ground dead.

Algernon’s physical attack missed and the rat lunged for him, it’s torturer.  Peggy, free of her rat now turned her attention on the one in front of Algernon. Her mind clear of fear or pain she channelled her new found powers into the beast, screaming  her way into its mind, boiling it in its brain case. The creature shuddered and died. Algernon unaware or uncaring descended on the body with his combat dagger. Gouts of blood sprayed over Algernon.  When Bruce finally pulled him away, Algernon was covered in rivets of red from his face to his feet. 

“What is going on here?” Rain bellowed into the theatre, his voice echoing around the perfect acoustics, “What’s with Fly Boy and Mistress Scream!” Rain now stared at Peggy like he’d never seen her before.

“What Fly Boy did there?” Bruce commented swinging his mallet back onto his back, “My ma would’ve said the kid was touched by a miracle of God. But all that we’ve seen? … That just… doesn’t make sense any more. ”
“Its the Strange.  Some of us carry a little bit of it around with us.”  Peggy replied simply going back to look over the perpendicular engine on the stage.

“Ur…oh!”  Bruce exclaimed quietly. It was such an unusual sound from the big man that everyone turned to see what was up. He was looking down at his injured hand as the tissue reattached, healed and eventually disappeared. 
“Woah. Uh, guys? My hand just magically got better.” Bruce slumped into a nearby seat sending up a cloud of dust staring at his now whole hand.

“You too! Its not magic! ”  Rain turned on Bruce and his healed hand, “But what is it? How is it you can all touch the Strange without Spiral Dust or anything?”

“You do it too, when you translated us here.”  Still covered in blood, Algernon spoke up. Rain cringed and turned away at the sight of him.

“Nah nah nah, don’t talk about that Strange nonsense, I don’t do magic, that’s just mental discipline. Discipline!” Bruce stated confidently to room. Rain rolled is eyes.

“Firstly, I can’t look at you Algernon when you’re… like that.  Secondly, we all do that…” And that was the point. Suddenly unthinkable miracles were being performed by Algernon, Peggy and even, inconceivably, Bruce.  Things Rain had spent his whole life making thin illusion of…and none of them were happening to him. He rubbed his face realising he was suddenly exhausted, “I’m tired, I need to think.” Rain dragged himself to a corner of the stage and rested.  

Peggy, fascinated with the engine, was equal parts concern with how it ended up nose first in an underground stage, and excited at the thought of claiming the machine and riding the rails instead of walking them.  The concern was confirmed when she identified the punctures and scratches on the boiler. As astounding as it seemed, it looked like the giant owl they had seen had picked the engine off the track and dumped it here.

“Could we use the power of the engine itself to winch it up to the rails?”  Peggy mused as Algernon tried to dig his bolt out of the body of the dead rat.

“If we can get it running it would have enough of torque.” He yanked at the bolt and a broken haft came free of the body.  He threw it away with disgust.

“Maybe some good strong chain and access…” she looked around the engine, “I wonder if we can get underneath it?“

She started poking around on the stage, looking for hollow pockets where a trap door could be found. Rain dragged himself out of his sulks long enough to give her a hand.

“The controls for the trap doors are in the wings here, “ he got up and pulled one.  It just so happened to connected to the trap door that Peggy was standing on at the time. With a startled yelp she disappeared below stage, Rain chasing after her. The trap door emptied into a fabric lined shoot that sped Peggy down to a room full of costumes.  Everywhere Peggy lay her eyes, huge spider’s webs hung over fixtures, boxes, lockers and clothing racks. Just as she was about to carefully move, Rain crashed into her from behind. They both landed in a heap of rotten cloth, dust and spiderwebs wrapped around each other.

“Well this is awkward.”  Rain smiled, the ghost of his usual mischief.

“Get off me!”  Peggy kicked out as her brother had always taught her and caught Rain in the groin.  He rolled away and she stood up to come face to face with the owner of the massive webs.  It had been hiding in upper corner watching them the whole time. Now eight legs tip-toed its dog-sided body through the webbing and towards her.  

Peggy screamed, this time she knew how to focus the Strange.  It hit the spider who fell from its web. Now on the ground it went for the easiest target, Rain.  Prepared for the attack by Peggy’s scream, Rain battered away the spindly grasping legs with his putter and rolled out of the way.   Once up on his feet, Rain took the opportunity to wrap the spider in its own webbing, using his ancient putter to hook and drape the webs over its carapace and around its legs.  

The spider now confused and restrained, Peggy picked up an old locker door as a club and drove it down into the spider’s head.  There was an audible crunch of carapace and the beast slumped to the floor.  

Though Bruce and Algernon had been making their way to the stage, when the screaming started, Bruce clambered down the trap door on a rope and Algernon waited with his crossbow ready.  Bruce made it to the costume room in time to see Peggy slam the heavy door down on the giant spider’s head.

“Are you okay?” Bruce asked assessing the two of them for injuries.

“Are they dead?  They’re probably dead.”  Algernon called from above.

“She’s fine.”  Rain slowly straightened, still breathing hard from the kick, “She can defend herself.”

“You look injured, do you need first aid?”  Bruce edged towards Rain with his first aid kit ready.

“Ah no, I’m fine.  Just landed badly…from the slide.  It was the slide.”  

The costume store was a treasure trove of old Earth productions, many that could be distinguished through their costumes.  Rain was enchanted when, from out of a locker long forgotten, he pulled out a crumpled, but intact, Phantom of the Opera costume, complete with mask. He rolled the costume into a swag as Bruce also went hunting and came back with two ciphers. One created weapon projectiles (bullets, arrow or bolt) that did ice damage.  It was quickly handed to Algernon as the only one of the group with a projectile weapon. The other was a spy tool that could be detonated by a command. Bruce gave it to Rain who appreciated the spy technology, but didn’t think the explosive was such a great idea.

Peggy, Algernon and Rain spent another hour searching backstage and taking in the old theatre, theorising as to how old it could be. Was it older than the desert or younger?  Did the desert blow in and cover it or was it remains of a once great subterranean civilisation. All the while Bruce grumbled about being on task.

“Aren’t we suppose to be finding drug dealers or something?”  

He did keep himself busy though, attaching a rope to the rail above the stage hole and climbing up to see where it led.  The sky was clear of giant birds and the smudge on the horizon was still there for his keen eyes to see. Apart from that, the desert was an empty and inhospitable place and Bruce eventually climbed back down the rope to rally the group once more.

“There’s some good stuff here, “Rain mused while picking through backdrops and random props, “it would be worthwhile marking this place so we can tell someone in town.  I bet it would be worth something to someone.” So they collected rope, wood and cloth to create a flag to mark the theatre on the surface. Algernon found a red cape and swung it around experimentally a few times until he realised it made him a bigger target.  It was tucked away with the other goodies found.

Inevitably, the party did make it back to the surface and planted their flag.  It was much later in the day and the breeze over the barren landscape had a chill.  With his keen sight, Bruce spotted another island of rock, a plateau above the sea of sand, that looked to be within walking distance of nightfall.  Without food or water the group set out following the track and reached a cave on the island just as nightfall descended.  

Huddled in a cave once more, this time of their own free will, they shared the scraps of snacks the group had to hand and settled into a restless but uninterrupted night’s rest. In the morning though, their lack of supplies bit deep with Algernon and Rain. Barely human in the mornings, they both missed their coffee.  To their rescue, Peggy pulled out a thermos she had been carrying for just this occasion.
“You… have coffee?”  Rain looked up at Peggy like an avatar of salvation.

“Yes.” She replied simply twisting the lid off the thermos, letting the complex bitter smell waft through the cave.

“I love you!” exclaimed Rain, leaping to her side.

“I love you too!” Alergnon called from the mouth of the cave where he was tying a rock to one of their salvaged ropes.  Peggy handed out cups of coffee, notable leaving Rain until last who didn’t seem to mind in the least.

The point of Algernon’s contraption soon became clear as he cleared the lip of the cavern and swung the rock out into the sand.  It splashed into the dust sinking deep before Algernon drew the rock slowly back to the entrance to the cavern. Once back at the mouth of the cave and the short enough to swing, he threw the rope out again and drew it back.  It didn’t take long for something in the sands to take a bite and Algernon was almost pulled off his feet.

“Don’t make me angry.” Algernon growled through gritted teeth as he leaned back.  The something pulled back and Algernon was dragged along the ground. This time both Bruce and Rain grabbed the rope and lent their weight.  Slowly the rope travelled through the sand, until two pronged jaws broke the surface, followed by a square flat head covered in coarse bristles.  

“Let it go!” Bruce cried as a giant antlion, its bloated and bristled body broke the sand.  Algernon just shook his head and continued to pull in the line.

“Don’t you want to eat it?” He asked as he started moving out of the cave to pull his catch up onto a clear piece of rock.

“God no!” Bruce made a disgusted face, but continued to help the other two with the catch.

Having swallowed the rock, the antlion thrashed against the rope leading out of its mouth.  With a thought, Algernon levitated the antlion from the last of the sand and onto the hard packed earth of the island. With a steady aim, honed over hours in the gun range, he calmly put a bolt through the monsters head and the beast lay still.

“I’ve heard it tastes like chicken.”  He cooly turned to Bruce who walk back into the cave in disgust.  Rain follows Algernon up onto the rock averting his gaze at the sight of the dead and bloodied beast.

“Do you even know what chicken tastes like?”

The antlion, with a cooking fire provided by Peggy, was edible and eaten gratefully. Algernon and Rain spent sometime deciding what the creature tasted like, definitely not chicken.  Bruce, scans the horizon for the smudge of smoke that seems to not be where he expected.  He and Peggy spot it at the same time, it had moved further south than last he made a check on its location. 
“It’s got to be a train,”  Peggy suggested, pointing to the black smoke trail in the breeze, “and one that could do with a little T.L.C.”

Now ready for another full day of walking the group set out as before, switching and changing lines to keep with the smoke and not walk on the bare earth.  By early afternoon it was clear it was indeed a train, a large diesel pumping out plumes of black oily smoke. All around the engine and carriages the train was decorated with rope, nets, harpoons, cannons and other smaller mounted guns.  It was a machine of war, but not against other machines but the warm bodies of the desert sands. For all the smoke the train was travelling backwards and forwards along the same stretch of desert at a good clip. It would be impossible to catch the driver’s attention at that distance and even less likely that the group could catch up at those speeds.  

Peggy rummaged in her diminished pack and withdrew several chemicals, a mortal and pestal and a brass tube.  Crushing the chemicals together, she then packed them into the brass tube with a load of wadded fabric from the theatre.  When the train was as its closest she touched a match to a hole in the brass tube and the wadding and a bright light shot up into the grey sky.  It burned bright for a few seconds before falling to earth spent, but it had done the trick, the train was tacking through the switches and heading straight for the party.  Within minutes the giant engine was pulling up with a squeal of brakes and Rain called out.

“Ahoy the train, we’re a group of train-wreck travellers seeking rescue on the rails.”  he said, drawing on a story they’d organised while waiting.

“Ahoy there travellers. Aid to the needy is always provided by us molers out on the rails.” called a voice from on top of the engine itself and a man appeared dressed as a naval officer. “My name is Captain Alavanti and this be the The Limness, the best moler out of Streggeye!”  The captain’s exaltation of his train was followed by a chorus of cheers coming from crew climbing out of carriages and windows to see the new arrivals.

A gangplank was lowered to an adjacent set of rails and the party scampered across and up the plank to board the train.  Rain extended a hand and introduced the party to the Captain. 

“This is Peggy, first class engineer and alchemist, Bruce deck-hand and breaker, Algernon and I are passengers but he’s a crack shot with his crossbow and I well I’m Havel Mordenkainen, simple merchant and dealmaker.  My friends and I are grateful and ready to assist in anyway we can Captain.”

“Yes, I don’t like the look of your smoke Captain, excuse me.”  Peggy pushed past and down into the bowels of the engine followed by a good natured laughter from the crew. 

“So what brings you out here Captain, we’ve seen nothing but your smoke for two days.”

“Ah, glad you asked.  Only the most prized, the most confoundable black-hearted talpa of the lot, the Dreaming Sable.  You wouldn’t have seen it on your travels would you’ve? Coat like velvet midnight?”

Bruce looked confounded and Algernon was silent in thought of what they had seen during the last two days, but Rain made the leap to the mountain of a creature that had breeched their first day out.

“Indeed we have Captain, it’s hide gleamed indigo in the daylight.  I would gladly share that information with you for a little of your own if you have it.  I am looking for a gentleman who goes by the name of Eh Carve, Caw Eh Carve. Would have heard of such a gentleman?”

The Captain looked at Rain darkly at the name and squared up to Rain as if reinstating his authority,

“Yes, I know the man. He is a passenger on board and as such under my protection.”  He said eventually, expected some sort of argument, “As for payment, if your information results in the capture of the beast you and your companion will receive a share as appropriate.”

Rain smiled, “Captain, you have saved me a great deal of worry and grief this day.  This is wonderful news.”

“Alright then, “ the Captain replied satisfied for the moment, “Welcome aboard the The Limness.

Musings 7: An interesting word

Interesting.  Adjective.  

  1.  To arouse curiosity, warrant attention
  2. Something to say when you don’t want to say what you’re thinking.

Funny word.  

I find people interesting.  How they think and perceive the world.  For how they see things is how they see themselves.  As an illusionist, perception is a large part of what I do. Presenting and displaying what I want them to see, and disguising and hiding what I want them to ignore.  Sometimes it’s amazing how easy it is.

Which makes it all very interesting.

And yet, what has happened to that happy little word.  It has become a place holder for thoughts better not said out loud, a pause for thought that haven’t even been formed yet.

“Interesting…”

“That’s interesting.”

“What an interesting question.”

Interesting is now a verbal misdirection, providing the speaker  with a way of hiding their words, and given the listener something positive to focus on so they can ignore the obvious social embarrasment to come.  

People are so interesting.


5. Follow the Spiral Dust trail

Rain looked around the group of three searching for the knowing glance, the smirk or conspiratorial movement that would have let him know if they were making fun of him.  Nothing. They meant it, they trusted his judgement. Had anyone had his back like that before? Ever? Without another word he straightened his jacket collar, checked his pockets for his essentials (puzzle box, wallet, phone, deck of cards…) and headed for the door with Bruce close behind.

A smart rap on the door and a plain, greasy individual (matching the description given by Katherine) appeared at the door.

“Yes?”
“I’m looking to do a little business…”  Rain let the sentence hang hoping the greasy person would fill in the silence.  They didn’t, just stared blankly back, “…a little business in Blue Rain.” he pulled out his wallet only made fat by the small denominations it held.

“Yes, hold on.” the greasy person went to shut the door.  Rain, ready for this, pulled out a playing card and slotted it between plate of the lock and the latch.  After a few seconds, where Rain held the door closed from the outside, both he and Bruce slipped into the warehouse.

The warehouse was cavernous and empty except for a few shelving racks at the far end and a partially dismantled car on jacks in the centre.  A bright light glowed from a set of stairs heading down into a basement-like room. Silhouetted against the light, the greasy person called down the stairs, 

“Someone hear to buy the blue stuff.”

“There’s not a lot left, check the shelf.”, said another voice, definitely male from the room down stairs.  Rain and Bruce edged closer.  

“So, what do you want to do?  Buy and get out of here or bust these guys here and now?”  Rain asked Bruce, figuring that the big man would want to round up everyone here and take them back to The Estate.

“I’d love to bust some heads, but this is your call.  We can see where it ends.”

“Wow, so buy or bust, we’re going to buy!”

“See where it goes…”

The two of them walked nonchalantly to the basement trying to get a look at the second person. Could it possibly be the cowboy who’d killed to keep his Spiral dust empire secret?  But they didn’t get far when the greasy one (who on further study was a woman) spotted them walking across the open space.

“Hey!”  The greasy woman shouted walking back with a sizable bag of blue dust. “What are you doing in here?”
“You left the door unlatched, I assumed you invited us in.”  Rain gestured to the wide open door.

“No I didn’t.  Get out!”

“Sure no problem if you want to do business out in the open.”  Rain and Bruce shuffled back outside and the woman followed with her bag of drugs. 

“How much do you want to buy?”  she drawled as if these were lines she’d been trained to say not her own words at all.

“Hard to get these days. Nothing on the Black market. I’ll be willing to take what you have.”

She pulled over a small scale and weighed the contents of the bag.

“Two hundred.”

Rain considered haggling, but thought better of it.  She’s probably be trained to take only the going rate so it would be pointless to haggle and would only breed more antagonism.  He handed over the two hundred and silently lamented the loss as the bag of blue dust was handed over.

“A pleasure doing business.”  he waved. She closed the door in their faces.

“We should go back and bust them.”  Bruce said as soon as they were away from the door.

“There’s two of them,you want to go in heavy with two people?”

“We can do it.  You knock on the door,bust through, knock her on the head, rush the other guy. Simple.”

“Do you have to talk about knocking heads?”  Rain winced at the thought, “Look we have a team, I guess we should talk to them about what we’re going to do?”

It didn’t take long to update Algernon and Peggy on what went on inside the warehouse.  Peggy took a sample of the dust for analysis in her lab as they discussed what to do next.

“Well, hand over the dust and I’ll see you get reimbursed.” Bruce held out his hand for the bag of spiral dust only now disappearing into Rain’s coat.

“It’s safe here, “ Rain patted his coat.

“Until you sell it on, “  the big man gave Rain a hard look, but neither was giving an inch.

“I wouldn’t sell it.”

“Well what else are you going to do with it? You can’t use it all.”

“Not all…”

“You were going to use it?”
“Well, I’m not about to snuff it up my sinuses right this moment.  We have to deal with the people in the warehouse.”

“I’ll watch you snuff it up your sinuses if you want.” Algernon offered.

“Well, I was planning to ask if you could actually, “  he acknowledged Algernon’s if a little creepy offer with genuine thanks. 

“You can’t experiment on minors!”  Peggy protested missing the point.

“Peggy, believe me, I would never give anyone drugs, especially not kids.”  Rain replied finding himself in the exact position he was trying to avoid. “I will do this myself, in the great tradition of scientists the world over.”

“Then you will need laboratory conditions and the scientific method, otherwise it is just self abuse.”

“Not if I’m right.”

They bickered round the subject until it was clear that nothing else was going to happen with the warehouse that day.  They all climbed into the car for the drive back through the city.  

The cameras were in place and would gather anything that happened on the outside. As for the inside it was anyone’s guess.  As the two people involved had never been seen outside the warehouse it was assumed they had one of three different ways of coming and going.  Either a tunnels system hooked up to the basement room, a permanent gate or the individuals were translating somehow. Gates were rare things, and most individuals who could translate were meant to be known by The Estate, but somehow the greasy woman and her associate had gone undetected.  So tunnels seemed to be a good place to start.

Peggy stopped the car at the Public Record Request Centre and Rain tried chatting with the bureaucrats inside.  She then tried their hand and searching the Internet and found nothing. Algernon thought he’d found something and then realised that it wasn’t as useful as he thought, 

“S-E-W-E-R-S,” Bruce informed him later, “Not S-U-E-Z.”

“Ah, so this map of North Africa is no good then.”

Bruce on the other hand, with his background in building and construction had far more success and discovered that the stormwater and sewage pipes in the area of the warehouse were too small for people to travel.  It was just as well as Rain came out having fallen short with the procedural brick wall that is City Hall.

“So they’re translating.  Can we translate in as well?”  

“I don’t think it works like that.  You have to know the destination to get there, like McCain did when he brought us back from the Wasteland.”  Peggy replied as they drove back to the campus.

First stop back for Algernon was at Lawrence Keaton’s office brandishing the knife Rain had given him.

“Excuse me sir.  My family was sent to a recursion where they fought thonics.  I assess these creatures at an ATR* of D or E and I had nothing to fight them with but this knife.  Bruce could have been killed and even a pistol would have been more effective.  If I am to continue to go on missions I would like a TAC 50, please.”  

It was the most Keaton had ever heard from the youth and with more passion than anyone had ever seen.  It took him a moment to compose his thoughts before he responded, thankful that the huge combat knife was now away in its sheath.

“You’re working hard on your shooting practice, keep it up.  You are currently approved for pistols. If you go out on another mission you could have one of those.”  Keaton walked back to his desk and sat down, making a note, “When I am informed that your skills warrant it I’ll consider a larger weapon then.”

“Oh and a motorbike, I need a motorbike.” Algernon added almost as a second thought.  Keaton knew he’d been taking lessons, he’s even seen the kid puttering around the Campus.  But, a fifteen year old kid riding the streets of Seattle on a motorbike could raise difficult questions that would only come back to him. 

“How do you get around now?”

“In the car…thing, the Doctor drives.”  the kid brushed off. It was like he was being driven around town by his mother.  Maybe he felt he was, didn’t he say his family?

“I’m sure that there is a seat for you in there.” He dismissed the suggestion of a motorbike, “Anything else?”

“Yes, the Doctor said I needed a booster seat.”

“Really?  Unusual” Keaton looked the kid over.  He was small for an operative.  Keaton was used to working with  adult men and women, many with years of service already under their belts with the police or armed services.  Maybe there was an issue with the kid’s size. He pulled out a requisition form and filled it in.

Algernon took it without complaint and thankfully left without another word.

Rain also went to see Keaton, but later, when Keaton wasn’t in his office.  Rain watched from an unused cubicle until Keaton left his , locking the door behind him.  A difficulty, but not an insurmountable one. Houdini hadn’t been Rain’s idols growing up for nothing.  A handful of bent paper-clips were scavenged from the desk and the door was soon open.

When Keaton returned sometime later, Rain was pouring two tumblers of Scotch from behind Keaton’s desk.  Keaton looked at his door, positive he’d locked it, and then closed it behind him. This was a power-play, Keaton could feel it.  He’d play along, but it wouldn’t pay to have the skinny son-of-a-biscuit think he could get away with it.

“Rain.  What can I do for you?” he sat down in one of two guests seat feeling uncomfortably misplaced and trying not to show it.

“Just a couple of questions,” the conman offered a glass to Keaton and took one himself, rolling it between his hands, “Firstly, you’re my supervisor.  Why do I need you?”

It was an impertinent question, the second that day to give Keaton pause.

“Well for a start, breaking and entering a superior’s office sounds like a good reason for a little supervision.”  His voice rose just a little higher than he would have liked.  

Rain smiled his quiet little smile as he breathed in the fumes from the scotch.  The smile could have meant anything from agreeing with Keaton to questioning his use of the word ‘superior’.  Either way it rankled, but Keaton tried his best to not let it show. 

“If you need training, or equipment.  Maybe the case you’re on could benefit from another division’s help.  I am here to make sure you can do your job.”

“I’m glad you mentioned that,” that infuriating smile again.  That scotch was looking real good about now. “We’ve done a few jobs for The Estate, jumped into a recursion, hunted down drug dealers and I was wondering…when do we get paid?”

“Paid?”

“Yes.  I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Algernon is running around in the clothes he was dragged through a portal in, and I’ve spent sizable amounts on Estate business myself.  When do we get paid?”

“You obviously haven’t checked your bank account recently.” Keaton thought he had him there.  He knew that both Rain and Algernon had been put on the payroll, he’d filled out the paperwork himself.  Rain just sat behind Keaton’s own desk, sniffing the Scotch.

“What bank accounts?”  Rain said simply and the bottom feel out of Keaton’s confidence.  Of course, the kid was an alien in all senses of the word and Rain…well, who could say.

“You have an aversion to banks?”  Keaton tried to hold the high moral ground.  It was a waste of time, the guys could not be chastened.

“Lots.  Mostly I hate paper trails.  Well, at least paper trails I don’t make myself.”  A smile, a roll of the tumbler, a luxurious breath in.

“I’ll look into it.”

“Thank you.”  Rain placed his tumber beside the bottle of Scotch on purpose drawing Keaton’s attention to it. In one fluid motion he stood and strolled around the table, leaving the room with nothing to mark  his presence except the two untouched tumblers and the bottle. If the label was to be believed it was good stuff and Keaton could feel the old tingle at the back of his throat. He was about to reach for a glass when Rain was back silently sliding through the door.

“Oh, and we picked this up today, thought you’d want it.”  a sizable bag of what could only be Spiral dust plonked down on the desk making the glasses chink together.

“Thank you, I’ll have it analyzed.”  he ground out through gritted teeth, but the room was already empty.

Rain left Keaton’s with mixed feelings. Playing the bully was not his usual style, but the pen pushing middle man of the bureaucracy he now found himself under brought out the worst in him.  Besides, it never hurt to make an impression. On the other hand, getting rid of the bag in such a spectacular way was a load off his mind. Now if Bruce or anyone were to question where the four ounces of Spiral dust had gone he could say that an ounce went to Peggy’s research and the rest was handed to his…whatever Keaton thought he was. In reality, of course, it had been one ounce of spiral dust in the bag and two ounces of expertly cut laundry detergent and baking powder.  Two ounces was overkill for his needs, but it had been his $200 that bought the stuff, why should he hand it over just because someone said to?

In contrast, Bruce had a perfectly amicable conversation with Katherine, bringing her up to date with the party’s activities (including the purchase of 4 ounces of Spiral Dust) and then spoke to her about training options for Algernon and himself.  Now with a newly ramped schedule of hand to hand training and Weapon classes practically every day, Bruce did as he always did when at a loose end, went to the gym.

Peggy, got straight to work in her lab.  Firstly she set the spiral dust to an array of tests to determine what it was and possible effects on the body.  Secondly she looked at her machine, her baby, her life’s work… and despaired. To think that it might have something to do with the random portal openings!  It was as if her own child had been arrested for some audacious crime. It was a horrible and yet exciting thought that she was determined to get to the bottom of.  

As she contemplated the task, Hertzfeld came in with a new gadget of his own.  When he turned it on, two solid rods passed through each other.

“I was hoping you would work on this with me.” Hertzfeld gestured to the gadget like offering a tasty treat.  

“I’d love too.  But I must insist on shared credit.”

If Hertzfeld felt slighted he didn’t show it. As all research made under the auspices of The Estate stayed in-house he didn’t feel it a problem to agree to her terms.  Once arrangements were made to both their satisfaction Peggy finally got stuck into breaking down her equipment.

Gingerly, pieces by carefully scavenged and reconstructed piece, she laid it out, noting the connections and how they interacted with each other.  Now, with her newly acquired knowledge on the Strange, Peggy started to see that in its current configuration, her equipment was connecting to the Strange in a way considered impossible.  At times it could work as a conducting rod for the energies of the Strange and as a result spontaneously create gates. She wondered if such a transitory and chaotic energy could be harness, even stored.  All thought of Hertzfeld’s matter phasing contraption left her as the possibilities of her discovery became her obsession.

Days went by.  Footage from the cameras down at the docks came in but nothing of any worth was captured.  They thought once or twice that a deal may have been caught, but under scrutiny, it was only deliveries of take away.  Rain despaired at the lack of action and more and more thought on the two and a bit ounces he had stashed in his puzzle box.  

Bruce delved into some basic studies of physiology and spent extra hours in the weapons practise room learning to wield his weapons with more deadly accuracy, or how he liked to put it, 

“I’ve learnt to bash things better.” He was grimly eager to put it into practice in the field.

Peggy’s tests on the spiral dust proved conclusively the dust was not from Earth.  It seemed to react with the Strange somehow. Putting that together with the vivid hallucinations of the users they had interviewed that, at least with their minds, the users were partially translating.  She giggled to herself at the thought that she had actually discovered real Astral Projection. It was then that she called Hertzfeld back to let him know what she had discovered.

Algernon did something radically unusual for him and voluntarily went and visited Peggy in her lab.

“Excuse me, Doctor I like to talk to you about something,” he said in fast clipped, urgent tones.  He then meandered through ideas of life and intellect. Of humans with mental powers like those he’d seen in Akira, of the thonics that had nearly done for Bruce.  

“I worked out how they fly, it’s got nothing to do with their wings. It has to do with the Strange, they link to the Strange and use that energy to do things.   You did it too, “he pointed to Peggy, who was only just keeping up with the boys thoughts, “You did something at the thonic, but it didn’t work, but you did it.”

“What do you mean you have worked out how the thonics fly?” she asked expecting to have to translate another string of twisting logic and was surprised when Algernon just replied, 

“I’ll show you.”  he raised one hand and she could almost feel his gaze focus and lock on her.  Then suddenly her feet left the ground and she was in the air floating untethered above her workstations and equipment.

“But how…” her voice trailed as she slowly rotated in the air, pushed by a draft.

“It’s the Strange, “Algernon grunted with effort, “I don’t know about Rain or Bruce but we can tap in and use the power of the Strange.”  The last sentence, on top whatever effort he was providing, was finally too much and Peggy felt herself slip through the air, crashing to the vinyl flooring. 

 She looked up at the youth speechless and for the first time really noticed him.  He was leaning a little on a workbench breathing hard. Whatever marvel he had just performed was taxing.  Forgetting her own bruises and pains she stood up and guided Algernon to a nearby stool, taking the time to give the boy a perfunctory physical, noting his pale and wax complexion, the unfocused look to his eyes and his heavy breathing.

“Does channelling the power take a physical toll?” she asked almost to herself, “This is fascinating, we must record this, I’ll hook you up to a few machines, run a couple of experiments…”

At the mention of the word experiments, Algernon’s complexion went from pale to grey.  His eyes that had been lidded and dull by exhaustion were now large and staring. With one terrified bound akin to being electrified he leaped off the stool and heading out the door with Peggy calling after him oblivious to what she could have done or said.

Rain also found himself drawn to Peggy’s lab.  Not to share any hard-won discovery, but in desperation, and what felt like, inevitability.  The camera footage was a bust, his readings into the dust were getting nowhere and the only option he had left was to try the drug himself in an attempt to understand.  The ounce left for testing was his last hope at some sort of insight that might push Rain’s own efforts further.

When he arrived at the lab, Hertzfeld was in a lather over something to do with Peggy’s machine.

“And its is NOT my fault!” Peggy exalted giggling maniacally like the mad scientist she claimed not to be, “I was just a little more inspired than I first thought.  I believe with more research we’ll be able to predict when these anomalies will occur, even be able to trigger them ourselves!”

“I can see we may have to clear out space in the… basement…” mused Hertzfeld as his gazed looked into a future where gates could be opened and closed at will, a world that harnesses the power of the Strange itself.

“Exciting time, I see.”  Rain interrupted curious as to all the excitement, though the technobabble that he’d been able to over hear hadn’t made a lot of sense. “I won’t interrupt long, I was just wondering if you’d had any luck with the dust?”

“Oh yes,” Peggy replied coolly, “That was the boring news, Hertzfeld.” and she informed both Rain and Hertzfeld about her discoveries into the Spiral Dust.

“That’s the boring news?” Hertzfeld replied astounded and a little numbed by all the theories and laws shattered in one day, “But this is astounding, no one had considered that the human mind could touch the Strange without dire consequences.”
“I had, “ Rain replied now with a clear purpose, “And I’m going to test it out, right now.”  Out of one of his many secret pockets, the puzzle box appeared. He turned to leave but not before both Peggy and Hetzfeld physically stopped him in his tracks.

“Don’t you want to be monitored?”  Peggy asked

“You’d seriously take  the Spiral Dust to prove a theory?”  Hertzfeld added at the same time.

“Do you know how hard it is to find willing experimental subjects?”  Peggy was now pleading, “It can all be done safely, I can even sedate you…”

“Sedate?  What’s the point of that?  How can I tell anyone what I’m seeing if I’m under?” Rain looked around the stark and clinical setting and shuddered, “besides, this place is not my ideal…it’s not very…I’d rather not be poked and prodded.” He finished lamely flustered and starting to look a little like Algernon had.

“Why?”  Peggy looked around her lab, it was the best space she’d ever worked in, with the exception of the window in the far corner that let the world peek in.  “But under lab conditions we can keep you safe…”

“Couldn’t we go…sit under a tree or something?”  

When the drug was thought to be just an hallucinogen rain had toyed with the idea like one does an old wound, hoping and dreading what it would reveal in equal measure.  Now the dust was now considered a direct link to the Strange itself, justifying his intuitions. But the lab and equipment brought back old memories of other drug trials and his physically shuddered.  Peggy as usual, was blind to Rain discomfort. 

“I….think, “Hetzfeld suggested, “…that we shouldn’t rush into this.  We need to set up the experiments and required equipment. Peggy, you need to move your lab into a larger space and …well all of that is going to take a little time.”
“Yes, Peggy considered turning to all her tools,” you’re right we can’t rush into these things.”

“Good.” Rain clapped his now empty hands together, “Well then, I guess that leaves busting a few heads with Brucie.  He will be pleased.”

Collecting the group as usual was not a simple task.  Algernon made one last trip to Keaton’s office where the clinking glass and the sudden shuffling of draws greeted his knock.

“Mr Keaton, I need a pistol.” Algernon stated in his clipped and precise manner to his supervisors eventual summons, “I’m going to bust some caps in someone’s arse.”

“Whose precisely?” Keaton asked rubbing distractedly across his forehead and eyes.  Algernon picked up the discrepancy between Keaton’s response and what he considered his appropriate statement.

“Did I use the wrong term?”
“It’s not the usual, no.”

“We’re going to confront some drug dealers down at the docks and I need a pistol.”

Keaton gave him, the promised pistol.

When he met with the others, Rain and Bruce were as usual bickering. Also as usual it was over Rain’s lack of moral judgement.

“So you broke into your supervisor’s office, just to have a chat?” Bruce stated flatly shaking his head in incomprehension.
“I was waiting for him, why not wait inside.”

“You’re the only person I know that takes the easy path to make things difficult.”
“There’s just paths Brucie.  Some are more interesting than others, that’s all.  You know, flowers and scenery.” Rain philosophised, warming to the subject.

“So you believe in ‘stop and steal the flowers’.” Quipped back Bruce who now noticed Algernon.

“Yes, they smell better.”  

Bruce had spotted the now equipped 9mm Glock clipped to Algernon’s trouser band and internally sighed.

“Ready to go?” he asked and both Algernon and Rain replied, one by drawing and cocking the pistol the other by raising his misappropriated putter.

“Ready!”

The warehouse hadn’t changed over the intervening days.  Autumn clouds made the water dull and grey but otherwise the warehouse door and environs looked exactly the same as it had.   It was clear from the start that this was a Bruce’s operation. Get them to open the door and get in, neutralised the woman and then swarm down stairs and takeout the man before they had a chance to strike back.  There were phrases like ‘bash their heads’ and ‘cap their arses’ bandied around which Rain found disconcerting and Peggy thought unnecessary. But, in the end it all began with Rain knocking on the door.

“We’re out of stock.” the greasy woman said when she recognised Rain.

“I’m afraid that just won’t do today.”  he replied as he and Bruce pushed against the door, knocking her out of the way.  In an instant Bruce and Algernon were upon her, weapons drawn and ready to strike, the sharp end of Bruce’s crow bar hovering at her throat and pinning her in place.

“Keep your f^#%ing hands where I can see them, toe-rag!!” Algernon yelled pointing the working end of the pistol expertly at the woman’s face.  Rain, who was kneeling down to speak to the woman, blanched as the deadly muzzle of the gun entered his vision and he stumbled over what he had intended to be soothing words.
“Woah…ah, as you can see my friends… here…e more than willing to commit acts of violence today.”  he swallowed and continued, pointed not looking at Algernon’s pistol,he swallowed and continued, “Please, help me, help you. Where is your gentleman friend from the other day?  The one downstairs?”

“Gone.” she replied totally cowered.

“How long will he be gone?”
“Three or four days.”

“What’s his name?”

“Caw Eh Carve

Rain pulled out his phone and showed her the image of the Cowboy they’d pulled off the Seven-11 CCTV footage.

“Is this Caw?”

“No…” she looked confused.

“Seen him before?”

“No.”  

“Okay.  So where does Caw get the Spiral Dust?”

“He doesn’t, he gets rocks.  He gets them from Bollons Island.”

“Bollons?” It didn’t sound familiar and Rain led with a hunch.

“You’re not from here are you?”

The woman shook her head,

“He brought me here to look after business and I get to …” she gestured with her head at the disassembled car.

“You like cars?”  He asked now realising she was just a stooge dragged into this business Caw Eh Carve.

She nodded, “They’re still shiny here.” 

“What is your name?” He said more gently now helping her to her feet.

“Kamn Sharn.”

“Where do you come from, Kamn?”

“Home.”

“We call this place Earth, what is yours called?”

“Huh?  Earth.”
“Earth?  What is it like?”
“Dry and dusty”

“Oh no,”  Visions of the wastelands appeared in Rain’s memory,  “are there crazy women who want to eat you there?”  

“No.” she again looked confused, an expression that seemed natural for her.  Rain breathed a sigh of relief.

While Rain spoke with the Kamn, Algernon realised he wasn’t required and left the group to check out the basement.

“Hey Doc, can you head inside with the kid and look around?” Bruce suggested nodding his head in Algernon’s direction.

“Me?  Why have I got babysitting duty?” Peggy complained, “He’s competent.”

“Yeah, that’s my worry.”

She sighed,’”Okay.” and followed Algernon to investigate the basement.

Carefully they made their way, Algernon in the lead with his gun ready, Peggy behind. The well lit basement held a workspace with a larger mortar and pestle with the remains of blue powder in its base.  Behind this, empty wooden crates lay scattered, all with chips and pebbles of a blue mineral, remains of the last shipment. The only other thing in the basement of any value was a skull. Larger than a human’s, the skull held two massive pairs of incisors like those of a giant rodent.

“Well that’s not a regular human skull.” Peggy stepped in to take a closer look.  She noted that unlike a rodent skull from Earth, this skull was attached to a large jaw bristling with impressive canines teeth as long as her fingers.

“It’s not a carrot either.”  Algernon replied sarcastically at the monstrous thing, “with muscle attachment points that could probably bite through a human leg. “

Not long after, Bruce, Rain and Kamn also joined them in the basement and took in the impressive skull.

“So, how does Caw get to Bollons Island?”

“The thingy,” Kamn pointed at the skulls Peggy and Algernon were investigating, “It’s a key.”

“How does Caw get back if the key is here.”

“There’s a key that side to come back.”

“What sort of skull is it?”  

“Just a mole rat?”

“Are they quite common?”  Bruce asked wondering how anything with that much hardware could be a ‘just’ anything.

“Yes.” 

“Are they the most vicious thing on your world?”

“Oh no.” she shook her head and for the first time there was a small smile of…pride?…triumph?

Everything was packed into a crate, the skull wrapped separately and stowed.  With nothing left to gain from sticking around, the group left, Kamn in middle of the back seat with Bruce and Rain, Algernon in the passenger and Peggy driving.

“Algernon, “ Rain brooched on the way back, “I love your enthusiasm and everything, but the gun….”

“What about it?”  Algernon replied with his most innocent expression.

“Let’s just say that though you may know how to use a gun you may need to brush up on you proper procedures for engagement.”  Bruce offered. 

“But that’s how they do it on the documentaries,”

“We may need to expand your documentary list to titles other than from the Die Hard franchise.”

When they reached The Estate they left Kamn with security and went straight to Katherine to give a report of what they’d found. Katherine had not heard of a recursion that fit the description of the other Earth.  Dry and dusty terrain that contained a chain of island named Bollans. Bruce checked online maps for an equivalent chain here on this Earth, assuming the recursion was a close copy. Besides a few tiny islands in rivers there didn’t seem to be any places big enough.

“They have mole rats the size of people and with more teeth.”  Rain noted, “That doesn’t ring any bells?”

Nothing.

“I’m going to need a bigger gun.”  Algernon considered glancing at the skull they’d helped retrieve.

“You need to learn to use the one you have without it going to you head.”  Katherine replied after hearing of his histrionics in the warehouse.

“Oh no, I don’t put it to my head.”

With little information to go on, reluctantly it was agreed the next step was to see where the skull went.  This was the direction the Spiral Dust was coming from so naturally where they needed to go. As they left Katherine to prepare for the trip out, Rain pulled her aside, 

“You know Kamn is very interested in cars, she would probably be an asset in the car pool.”

“I think we’ll find something appropriate for her.”  Katherine acknowledged and went back to her notes.

As the other side of the key was her home, some of the party went looking for her.  They hoped to pick her brains on what to expect even just in general terms. As hard as they looked, they could find no one who knew anything about her.  Kamn had already disappeared.

Rain popped past Keaton’s office on the way to Peggy’s lab where the translation was to take place.  Keaton looked up to see Rain leaning on his door frame silently waiting to be acknowledged. Though he hadn’t heard the conman arrive, his appearance was not disturbing or even that surprising.  Rain looked, strained and nervous, seemily on the brink of something and Keaton wondered if it had to do with a set of recently scheduled experiments Hertzfeld had posted.

“Yes, Mr Bigby?” 

“Just checking in,”  Rain fussed with his puzzle box not looking Keaton in the eye, “that’s what you’re supposed to do with a supervisor isn’t it?”

“My other operative usually send an email or phone, but I appreciate the human touch.”

Rain looked up looking Keaton in the eye, assessing his words.

“Good,” he finally said, pushing off the door frame the puzzle box gone, “We’re going to a recursion following Spiral Dust.  I’ve come by to see if there is any Advice? Kind words?”

“Be smart, not smart-assed.”  A whole string of expletive riddled comments sprung to mind, but Keaton thought better of it.  He was sure Rain had heard them all before and he’d only be wasting both their time and energy to repeat them. “Come back.  Is there anything you need?”

The little man thought for a moment, then reached beside the doorway, revealing Keaton’s missing putter.

“No, I have everything I need.” he smiled that knowing contemptuous smile and walked off.

Keaton was half way out of his chair to chase down the sneaky little thief when he thought again.  If that’s what Rain wanted to defend himself in the recursions, fine, he’d just get the Estate to reimburse him a new putter.

In fact,  the thought as he pulled open on a desk drawn and withdrew a recent copy of Golfer’s Digest, why not take the opportunity for something just a little bit nicer.  

Peggy’s lab was empty of equipment now she was in the process of being moved to a bigger more secure space below ground.  The only things left was the calendar still fixed at a month sometime in the past, the poster of The Strange, fixtures like benches and fume hoods and the mole rat skull.  The two pairs of incisor, sharp from grinding against each other during the creature’s life, dominated the head revealing a creature who could have done surgery with its face.  Larger than a flattened human skull, the bone silently spoke of a creature whose life’s obsession was eating and biting. No one could look at it for long and not feel uneasy. Even Bruce tried to cut the tension.

“So I guess we have to do the wussy hand holding thing again, do we?” he sat down on the ground, forming a circle with the others. “Kum-ba-ya….?  Om…?”

It said something to how they were all feeling that no one commented,  just took each others hands, closing the circle.

Peggy lead the translation, focusing on the mole rat skull.  She could see The Strange connected to the skull and to its place of origin.  With a thought she brought the two together in her mind and instantly visualised a thin blue line of energy connected their location to the distant somewhere. As the connection was locked in,  she felt a push and realised that Rain had started his hastening, speeding them through the Strange like a locomotive pushing a train along a track. As the destination approached, she felt another opposing force like the opening of a parachute slowed their velocity while wrapping them with solid protective strength, cushioned their entry into the recursion and she realised that was Bruce.  

With the smell of dust and the whistling of a gale force wind outside they arrived in the other Earth. Opening eyes they saw a crude wooden shack that barely kept the swirling wind outside its walls.  All four sat on the ground, once again all radically altered to fit the recursion they found themselves in. Peggy was in a shirt and breeches with a set of heavy leather goggles on her head. Beside her, her scientific equipment had been turned into a tool bag with a blocky ancient multimetre. Algernon wore similar leather breeches and shirt, but had over the top a jacket all dusty and worn.  At his side a crank-style crossbow and quiver of bolts. It seemed the recursion gave Algernon what the Estate’s senior staff would not, a weapon almost larger than himself. Bruce’s camo armour was gone and he wore heavy overalls and a full leather apron equally as worn-in as the others. Rain was already up admiring his outfit. Similar hard wearing breeches, a jacket also similar to Algernon’s, a ruffled shirt wrapped tight in a worn and frayed black silk vest, a red bandana sticking out the jacket pocket.  From inside the coat he retrieved a set of ancient looking playing cards, the card stock thick, the face cards those of different locomotives. He flipped, cut and shuffled the cards expertly, but with a frowning concentration at the clumsy unfamiliar feel of the cards.

Bruce wasted little time and started searching the shack for the key back home. On a rickety set of shelving, behind empty boxes he found a globe of the Earth.  Meant to sit on a desk, the globe was hardly portable, but Bruce was reluctant to leave it behind. It would be useful to them as they could use it translate back home from any safe spot, at best it stopped Caw Eh Carve from sneaking back behind their back.  Bruce found the globe another hiding spot, protected and safe, out of the easy grasp of Caw.

That done, while the team took stock of themselves, Bruce headed for the door of the shack.

“Shay here while I check if it’s safe outside”, he said flat. Cracking the door open and pausing only briefly to check through the gap he stepped outside, squinting against the bright daylight after the darkened shack. 

The shack was set on a small plateau that rolled gently down to a barren plain of sand and rock.  There was nothing to soften the view, no large bushes or trees, just the occasional crop of scrubby dry grass, rocks and rails.  The rails, supported by wooden sleepers, ran everywhere over the desert landscape, shining brightly under dull low hung skies. They stitched the land together, criss-crossing everywhere in haphazard and seemingly random ways, but always, as far as possible, in straight lines all the way to every horizon.

“What is this Rat-Shit place?”  Bruce murmured to himself before calling to the others, “Come out everyone, the coast is clear.  And yes, it is safe, Algernon.”

The others slowly followed him out of the hut taking in their surroundings.  Algernon wondered a little further away to where the rock and earth of the plateau gave way to sand built up in a drift beside a set of tracks.  The dust was fine, ground and reground by centuries of weathering. Casually he bent down and scooped up the earth in one hand, the fine dust yielding as he sunk up to the wrist like it was water.  With audible snap from below and a gasp of shock and surprise, Algernon hand was clamped and he was tugged off his feet into the dust.  

The party responded instantly, Bruce, ever ready for an attack, slid down the plateau first, crowbar in hand, Rain close behind.  While Bruce readied himself to slam the end of his crowbar into the sand, Rain wrapped his golfclub around Algernon’s chest and pulled backwards.  With the weight of both Algernon and Rain on one end the creature lost it’s purchase on its home sands and was dragged like a fish out of the dust to the waiting crowbar of Bruce.  

Peggy screamed and a wave of force escaped into the air.  Bruce hit again and again on the top of the very much alive skull of a giant naked mole rat.  Algernon cried in pain as the mole rats deadly incisors cut the skin, forced through his flesh with every crowbar blow.   Now the rat was out of the sand it was clearly as big as a large dog and stockier built. It scrambled in the dust, its back feet digging into the sand desperate to return to the earth and safely, but unwilling to let go of it’s meal.  Tiny black eyes rolled in their sockets as Bruce smashed the crowbar down one last time. The skull cracked and the beast’s will died with it, the jaws letting go of Algernon. Rain and Algernon fell into a heap wild-eyed but safe as Bruce dragged the rest of the creature out of its burrow.

“Okay, lesson one; stay off the sand.”  he panted looking over at the injured boy cradling his hand.  Without another word, he pulled out his first aid kit, also translated to fit into this world, and checked the boy’s injuries.  A nasty cut made worse by beating on the creature’s head, bruises and a little strain, nothing permanent and Bruce soon had it patched up with the primitive kit at his disposal.  He turned to his group usually full of ideas and bickering to see only forlorn glances over the barren, uninviting land. All three look lost and unsure of what to do next in this alien setting.  

Bruce squared his shoulders and he too looked out over the vista, but where others saw nothing but sand and rock and unseen underground horrors, he saw a smudge of wood smoke in the far distance with sturdy rails and sleepers leading in that direction.  He tested one with his foot, then dug into his pack and pulled out a rope.

“Tie yourselves together, we’re going to walk the rails.”

Thanks to J.G. for the editing help.

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