Randy reached out to grab Demo. His hand passed through the
image in front of him, touched nothing.
He stood up, threw his arms around his new found friend.
A chill ran through him.
The room was darkening. His vision blurred.
"Not me! Leave me here! I belong here! I . . . ."
The words faded.
He was now part of the fog. He could see nothing, hear nothing.
But he knew things were happening.
Strange things.
The waitress stood beside the table, eyes wide. "Boss, I don't
feel too good today. I think I better take the rest of the day
off."
"You can't do that! Cecilia is ill, Grace is on vacation!
Anyway, what's the problem?"
"Two boys! They were sitting here. I brought them omelets. Now
look! They're gone. They didn't pay me, I didn't see them leave,
they left all this money. Something is really weird. I think it
may be me."
"Nah! Here, let me check the washroom. Anyway, what if they
slipped out. That'll pay for the meal and leave you one real
fine tip."
In a moment he returned. "Ain't no one back there. Two of 'em,
eh? Look, don't let it bug you. They probably are just having
fun, playing a joke on you."
"Well, I don't like this kind of joke. All right, I'll stay.
Say, I sure feel odd."
Randy looked around wildly.
The city was gone, the restaurant, the building even.
Around him were trees, a nearby brook, some birds singing. Demo
was sitting on a log nearby.
"Man, what have you done to me? What is going on here.
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