Emit was standing at the front of the beds when everyone awakened. By his side were both of the twins that the group had earlier encountered.
“Ah, wonderful! I trust all of you made it back safely?” He asked, which resulted in a variety of irritated groans.
Blaise sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Hoo boy! I ain’t had a dream that weird since my wedding night!”
Marc was pushed up against the nearest tree, in his attempt to escape the humanoid creature before him.
“Sorry, I don’t taste so good, I don’t think! I got diabetes, your blood sugar will go through the roof! Go away, go away!”
His words didn’t seem to deter the little monster one bit. It just kept crawling forward and speaking in a garbled voice. In an attempt to escape it further, Marc climbed up the tree and held on.
“Ohh, I really hope that urban legend about dying in your dreams isn’t true…” He whined as the grotesque creature began to climb up after him. Already, he could see his life flashing before his eyes.
“Byao zhi yang duh! How long have we been walking?”
To say Harwood was beginning to get irritated was something of an understatement. He looked to be on the verge of pulling out his cane gun and shooting up some of the trees.
He then remembered he was in a dream world, and therefore didn’t have his cane gun with him.
There didn’t seem to be any progress being made, no matter how long the group walked. Not even Sagebear could seem to pick up anything useful.
“Okay, so is there any reason we’re all in the same dream?” Sinbad asked the others at some point. “This is some Yume Nikki level shit going on.”
Marc just scratched his head. “I don’t remember switching my medication to Pregabalin, either. Is it a future thing, you think?” None of them knew the answer to that.
(Warning! Mentions of drug use and brief use of slurs)
After Shark was finished with his own shower, he took the time to make certain he didn’t miss any spots whatsoever.
He was at least grateful that technology wasn’t so advanced that he couldn’t figure out how the implements worked. It at least got his mind off the dilemma going on back at home.
When Shark was dried off and dressed for bed, he came out to see an unusual and amusing sight. Sinbad was staring up at the ceiling, currently in his own little situation.
As dreaded, though expected, Amara’s empty eye socket was bleeding terribly.
Emit was doing all he could to stanch the flow of blood, while Amelia held her sister’s hand in an act of sororal comfort.
“I should have known this was going to happen, but I never expected it to be at this time!” Even Emit was losing his cool over this predicament.
It was sunset by the time the others got back to Emit’s house.
Harwood and Marc were poring over a series of photographs that showcased various sculptures, while speaking to each other about them.
“Oh, I remember this one,” Harwood said as he held up one of the pictures. “I think I sculpted this one shortly after Gonggong died. Look close enough, and you’ll see where the grief I was feeling got too much.”
“Did you see all the choices of pizza on that menu?” Dennis said incredulously as he pointed to the serving station. “I don’t think I’ve heard of at least half of those!”
“Hey, I’m just glad they take money from our time,” Blaise answered him before taking a large bite of her slice. “Otherwise, we’d have been screwed!”
Harwood and Marc said nothing, their mouths too full of the vegan pizza they were chewing heartily on.
Emit was still lamenting the loss of his beloved statue when everyone left to explore the city on their own. Sinbad looked behind him, watching the pathetic sight.
“You know, for a so-called ‘Time Traveler’, he has one hell of an ego,” he told Shark and Sagebear as they went back to Emit’s house.
“Well, he’s able to go back and forth between two different eras. Maybe he’s earned it,” Shark responded. While he did, he kept an eye on Sagebear to see if she’d do anything else unusual or unbelievable.
Everyone in the group came out of the portal in a sort of disarrayed conga line, one piling after another. As a sort of cherry on top, Sagebear was draped over Harwood’s back.
It seemed an amusing enough sight to Emit, who managed to hold it together as he stepped back and made his dramatic, hammy declaration to them:
“Welcome! To the world of tomorrow!”