"The moon is blue and hangs low in the heavens," he said.
"And this means what to me?" questioned Suki.
"It's a song lyric," Max replied. He continued to stare out the window.
"What song?" Suki wanted to know.
"Sure beats the hell out of me," he replied. He glanced over at her and smiled.
"That's Maggie's job," Suki said with a wink.
Max's fist slammed into the wall leaving a hole. He was really upset about this and he knew that there was only one option out of their current predicament.
"Are you sure?" Maggie asked. She held the picture up to see it again. "It's not a glitch or anything like that?"
"Yeah," Max replied. He plopped down on the sofa. Dejected.
"Damn," Maggie said. She put the picture down on the table, and shook her head.
"Copyrighted," Max whispered.
Suki could hear the changing in the rumble of the car. It sang to her that the car was going to be stopping shortly.
"Time to earn our keep," she replied with Godhammer glowing. Max looked up from the paper he was reading and glanced out the window of the car. Still seeing only the darkness of the tunnel.
"Ak-Ak," Suki called to the back. The huge norseman glanced up from the book of poetry he was reading.
"You joining in or sitting this one out?"
The subway began to slow down; Max folded up the paper he was reading and set it on the seat. He picked up his two pistols and placed them into his back holsters as he stood.
"Are we set?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she replied.
Akimoto stood up and joined them at the door. He was wearing a gaudy Hawaiian shirt and dark sunglasses.
"Next reality I am taking you shopping," Suki told Aki.
"Oh really?" Aki replied. "What is the matter with the attire that I have on now?"
"That's so Magnum," she told him.
Max awoke, convinced that he was hearing someone singing an ancient song.
Though it sounded distorted and warbled, as if coming through static, low
enough though that he could make out the lyrics. He brought his arm up to
his head only to find that an IV needle was stuck in his veins.
Pain
shot up his arm and that's when he realized that he was in a hospital.
His throat parched and his body ached as if muscles were being used for
the first time in a long time.
He was lying on a cot in some
infirmary. He sat up. The ward was dark but he could make out several
bunks from the low light. There was a nurse walking through the bunks,
checking in on the odd patient when she spotted Max.
"The dead has risen," the nurse said with a smile. "Well John, it's nice to see you up and about."
