Snippet no 4

Gatsby straightened a little; waiting for her to finish with the thought of train he could clearly see was running through her mind. Small train, but with bright and shiny colours.

“Perhaps there was a purpose with his disappearance?” he suggested politely, but the moment he said that out loud, it became clear that Susan had landed at the same platform with her thought-train. “Very well then, if that is the case, then maybe we should try and find out wherever the unfortunate Mr Fairweather is at the moment?”

“Yes,” said Susan, “but how?”

“If the mirror is not cooperating, and I would not think it will, after all, it is an inanimate object,” Gatsby started, and he cleared his throat after a quick glance to Susan who was not going to have any more of the elaborate speeches, “err, I mean. How about trying to find him with the crystal ball? It only seems logical, since it is a bit of the human world and the Second Dimension. We are trying to locate something that is all human in the Second Dimension.”

“It should not be all that hard,” said Susan. “They are keeping much closer track of human goods in the other realm, these days. Apparently, they got a bit tired of the writers sneaking in at all times, trying to come up with crazy plots. Just look at how that fellow, Lewis Carroll, ended up. Writing gibberish, and all. My aunt did not yell to cut off his head. Well, she does, but we all mean that she means it in the most kind and affectionate way.”

“Right,” said Gatsby. “Talk about getting off track here. Crystal ball, lost human, now?”

“Right,” said Susan, and headed off towards her workroom once more, and just to be on the safe side, she brought along the mirror manual so she could call the support in the Second Dimension.