REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
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“Sure.”<br />
Jemma smiled wanly. “Maybe… maybe one day I’ll get to see him again. The Nexus <strong>is</strong> infinite, after all.<br />
There are portals to every universe ex<strong>is</strong>ting…”<br />
That was when their time in the Nexus ran out, and Neo and Ted found themselves jerked back into Frank’s<br />
universe.<br />
They landed on the library floor, the tattered pieces of cloth no longer there, and floating in front of them a<br />
sheet of paper with the words: “How did it go” written on it.<br />
“We gave her the letter,” Ted said, and relayed Jemma’s message to Eddie.<br />
He wrote two more words: Thank you.<br />
“You are most welcome, dude,” Ted said.<br />
Then the paper floated down onto the floor and settled there.<br />
Chapter Five<br />
15 th November 1998, Sunday<br />
Chr<strong>is</strong>tchurch, New Zealand<br />
Bob didn’t seem to be anywhere around, and it was with slight trepidation that Neo left the lighted library and<br />
re-entered the dark corridors.<br />
“I borrowed your flashlight,” Neo said.<br />
“Do you know the way back” Ted asked.<br />
“I think so,” came the hesitant reply.<br />
They turned left out of the room and started walking, the torchlight dimly illuminating the way before them.<br />
“Sure <strong>is</strong> dark here, dude,” Ted observed.<br />
Neo didn’t say anything to that. He wasn’t too sure if he was going the right way; he knew that they had<br />
come from vaguely north-east of the library’s main door, but the corridors were d<strong>is</strong>turbingly leading in the<br />
opposite direction and more than once he started wondering if perhaps he’d m<strong>is</strong>sed an opening somewhere.<br />
He concentrated instead on getting down to the ground floor, and hoped th<strong>is</strong> place didn’t have basements. 3<br />
Ted yawned. “How much further do we have to go” he asked when he was done yawning.<br />
“I don’t know.”<br />
The torchlight flickered and Neo swore under h<strong>is</strong> breath, desperately hoping that the battery would last.<br />
Ten minutes went by and they were still walking.<br />
“<strong>Whoa</strong>,” Ted said suddenly, glancing back at a hanging portrait they had just passed. “That dude there<br />
looks totally like my Uncle Maurice!”<br />
Neo frowned slightly. The next corridor just went further in the wrong direction, and there had been a glaring<br />
absence of stairs for the previous five minutes or so.<br />
He was starting to feel claustrophobic.<br />
3 It did.