forest. I later found out it was, in fact, named "The Blue Forest." Nick had deemed it necessary to remain out of sight, at least until we couldn't help it any longer. Staying at the barracks would have just invited trouble, as some other soldiers of Bjennigh would happen by sooner or later. They'd all debated the possibilities of hanging around for more, as the last bunch had been such jolly fun, but fnally, Nick decided that, while killing several more of the soldiers would be a hoot, it was low priority at the moment. I still didn't know what exactly was high priority, except heading straight into Spookyland over there.
I guess I will fnd out tomorrow. If I don't get some sleep, I won't be in proper shape to be drawn and quartered, or whatever's going to happen. I can't imagine whatever it is will be very pleasant.
Poor Aurora. She's going to think I'm some kind of idiot. I'm here for fve seconds, and instead of turning up for Mexican food in Emerald like I'm supposed to, I end up in some Arnold Schwartzenegger Movie On Acid.
Well goodnight, Thing in the Laptop. You've been quiet, thank God, so I'll leave you on like I promised. A deal's a deal.
Go for it.
FROM THE FILES OF
THE THING IN GENE'S LAPTOP
Hoppy lo, hippit—
Error Time Out
Simply hi ho.Himply hoppy here. Himply. NO fy no
fy. Up the desert, down acrossly away, awee. Flew few
fo I then
Error type 11
Rebooting
Stickly few stlicky ubiquily stuck in new. Newly
fewly I to here and see. See and stickly. Wickly stick and
light. new me fnd in light, fing me fying numberland in
I, Number box pick me I. Numbery light.
Fingers fickily, see I out, out, fngers fickily talky,
talkily fick, no stop. I cry. I cry out, happily, hoppily. Hey!
Hey. But no see me say STOP. Stop.
So say I again HeY! HOppily, hap, hap.
Say now quiet, quiet. NIghty Play! Play. Nightily night
time on, nightily play. Hoorayyy!
Error type 13
FORCE QUIT?
REBOOTY
Fear night farther, fear on. Bad mage on, fearman
fyly, feel on bad mage on the fne wind. Breezily fyly,
scenting. Fear on to the Fearman, then. then feely fearly
another unnumberland, dark.
FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF
AURORA JONES
Omigod,
Fonzie is dead. I just got the word from the owl on my windowsill. Fonzie is dead, and Gene is in serious trouble.
Oh, Quilla: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
I'm gonna try real hard not to drip all over this paper. But I gotta work my thoughts out, and I can't stop crying, so I gotta just [UNIN
TELLIGIBLE BLOB] .
First things frst. If I don't save Gene, he's gonna wind up with his head—oh, I can't even say it. [UNINTELLIGIBLE BLOB.] I don't know what Nick is thinking, but he sure as shit isn't thinking it through. Attack the Hollow Man's Lair? With Dorothy, maybe. With Gene…?
Logistics. I need help. Maybe Tic Toc. Scarecrow would be good. I'll have to shut down the restaurant, but everyone will understand. When I tell them that…fuck. I can't believe that they CUT OFF HIS HEAD! When I think that they [UNINTELLIGIBLE BLOB] and everything, it's just too horrifc. Poor Pinkie will just die.
FUCK!
Somebody will have to fy us. Last time I heard, Enchantra had the Winged Monkey's Cap. She's never used it, but I bet she would. If I kiss her real good. And the Ambassador gets to watch.
The question is: will she give me two wishes? Will she let me ask the monkeys to assist if there's a fght? God knows how far I'll have to go for that. There are moral issues involved, but I can't even think about that right now.
We just have to get there in time.
I will do what I have to.
At least I stopped crying.
FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF
AURORA JONES
War Journal Entry # 1
My journey commenced within the hour. There'd been some details to attend to frst. Immediately I'd sent word, through the owl, to Scarecrow; he'd need a little time to strategize, and that was all the time we