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A Difference of Opinions...

Max opened fire. Pulling the triggers on both guns, sending his answer back. His message he hoped was received at the other end of his reply.

He ducked behind the rock and waited for their graceful reply. In which it was pretty plentiful, that he was glad to be hiding behind a rock that would take many more rounds to chip away.

"Way to go, Sundance," Frank said to Max with a hit of sour added for flavour.

"Well," Max said matter-of-factly, "They didn't want to listen to reason."

"I think your version of reason differs from theirs," Frank said.

The Moment of Truth...

Am I flying? 

She opened her eyes to find out that she was not flying but floating. It was dark and she couldn't see at all, but she knew that she was floating.

She couldn't even see where she was, though she knew that she was in somewhere enclosed. She flexed her fingers and felt them move in the liquid.

Where am I? 


She couldn't even remember how she got here in the first place, but it felt enclosed. She reached up and she touched metal. Then she was hit with a shock of realization.

"Nerts," she whispered.

Weirder Than Strange

"So what are you saying?" the young boy asked him. "This is nothing but a dream within a dream?"

Max turned from the seat and faced the youth and flashed him a toothy grin that made the boy think of that creepy guy from that Dead Zone movie.

"Nothing at all," Max stated matter-of-factly. "This world, the world that we are currently in is that I am in tuned too could change if key elements are somehow changed."

The boy scratched his head and figured this fellow to be just a another weirdo in a subway car.