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He nodded again. “I had assumed the shop was sealed off from the world entirely, but<br />
then the snake you sent arrived, and I realized it was still possible to enter. It is, alas,<br />
impossible to leave. The door is gone. I am no longer trapped in the dark box where the<br />
new master kept me, and I am no longer trapped by threads of compulsion, but I am still<br />
trapped, here, in this shop. That is why I could not heed your summons.” He hung his<br />
head. “That is also why there is so much wreckage. In my wrath, I smashed the shop. I<br />
regret the outburst. It was unseemly.”<br />
“Well, fuck,” Marla said after a moment. “Let me look into this.” She went into the<br />
main part of the shop, where B and Rondeau were already standing by the place where<br />
the main door should have been. “Guess you overheard, huh?”<br />
“Yep,” Rondeau said. “It turns out that B doesn’t know any special action-movie tricks<br />
for escaping a space-time pocket that’s been cut off from its real-world umbilicus.”<br />
“I never did any of my own stunts,” B said apologetically, and Marla thought with<br />
something like exasperated affection that Rondeau’s sense of humor was rubbing off on<br />
him.<br />
Marla stared at the wall of the shop, the blank wooden wall where a door should have<br />
been. “But we aren’t cut off from the umbilicus,” she said. “The Chinese guy didn’t cut<br />
the cord entirely. After all, we got in. It’s more like we’re in a—”<br />
“Humane mousetrap,” Rondeau said.<br />
“Exactly. Except no one’s going to repatriate us to a distant grassy meadow.”<br />
“Can’t you throw a fireball at the wall or something?” B said.<br />
Marla raised an eyebrow. “I could, though to get the energy I’d have to suck away most<br />
of yours and Rondeau’s body heat. If I did that, I wouldn’t accomplish much more than<br />
setting this place on fire.”<br />
“No one wants to be trapped in a burning box,” Rondeau said.<br />
“So…we’re fucked?” B said.<br />
“Hey, it could be worse,” Rondeau said. “There’s plenty of stuff to eat here.” He<br />
prodded a jar on a nearby shelf, then squinted at it. “Okay, this is dried sea-horses, bad<br />
example. But there’s plenty of, ah, ginger and ginseng and mandrake and lots and lots<br />
of tea. Think of this place like a bomb shelter. When Mutex raises a giant Aztec frogmonster<br />
and ravages the city, we’ll be safe here.”<br />
“Except that stuff can still get in,” Marla said. “And anything bad that comes in here<br />
can’t get out again, and we’ll be stuck with it. So it’s not much of a bomb shelter,<br />
really.”<br />
“Hmm,” Rondeau said. “Okay, point. How do we get out?”