This is a draft version of a chapter from John Saye’s book, The Man With Three First Names.

The monster stomped through the city. It used the buildings for support, holding onto them as it continued to grow. Never meant to be in this world, its body kept trying to adjust and change, to auto-evolve until it matched what it needed to live here. Its skin had almost become opaque. The shadows of Simon and Michael were dim, along with the other people who were still alive inside of it. It stomped along, destroying cars and other property on its way.

As it looked around, it could see less and less of its native world, not that it would fit in its present form on that side either. It plowed through a little business district and climbed the buildings so that it could see.

Police helicopters buzzed around it like angry moths, and it knocked them away just as such. They called out to it with loudspeakers but it didn’t understand the language. Most of that part of its brain had already been eaten away, and there was nothing much left but the scream of terror and delight in destruction. It was an abomination, that it also knew. All it had left was to find somewhere that it could relax. Rampaging around the city was making it frustrated and upset, and the cars stung its feet.

It looked around for the bluegrasses of its homeworld, for the grazers with their long tusks, for the swoopers with their long nostrils from the sky, but it could see none of them, only the gray of the city, and the mist of destroyed water mains, and the rubble that it was leaving behind. It began to run. This broke up the ground a little more than it liked. Its feet were strong, but fundamentally they were pretty soft, and they seemed to splat and spread out more than was comfortable as it gathered up speed. It jumped from a building where it could see a nearby lake and made for it.

It stomped down the highway, and out into the countryside, glad for the softer earth and the ability to push through the trees and to put its feet on dirt and mud, and made for the lake.

The mist was just clearing here, people were out on their boats, and when the creature came up through the fog there was a panic. Boats went every which way. People jumped out of them and attempted to swim away, people lost fish and threw their poles into the water, and others just stood there and watched as the creature came up.

It jumped into the lake, splashing water in all directions and causing a small wave to smack a nearby bait shop, destroying its facade. It ducked into the water, up to its neck, and trudged along. It snorted water through its nose and relaxed for the first time since it had arrived. Finally, it was somewhere that it made sense to be. It reached forward and swam, taking joy in scaring the locals who were getting the hell out of the water as fast as they could now.

It took to the water, submerging, and swam through the dark lake, generating its own glow as it went. It thrust through the water, and took in a bunch of fish, swallowing them down, and then came into a more shallow area of the lake, and popped its head up, right next to a boat full of people drinking beer and eating hot dogs. Those people went over the side in a hurry as the creature crushed the boat in its teeth, then released it to sink into the water on its own. It watched as the terrified people scrambled away from it, half swimming, half flailing, and splashing. He pushed passed them, letting the people go. He thought of eating one of them but decided he didn’t care enough.

He climbed out of the water. It poured off him. A beach full of bathers were screaming for their lives and jumped up to stand on top of a little shrimp and fries shack that rented floats, flippers and masks. The shack buckled beneath them, cracked and fell apart as the creature ran by, and onto a small playground, where it was surrounded by children who simultaneously pointed up into the sky and said “Monster!”

They were not afraid of it. They were, in fact, compelled to attack, and they jumped up on the beast and began to climb up it, stuffing their hands through its jelly-like body, and taking big chunks from its flesh and just eating it like it was so much lemon-lime Jell-o.

They climbed up, and the creature began to writhe and bellow. It could feel its legs being destroyed by the children. They were tearing him apart, but they were getting full, and sleepy, and sliding off the creature and back into the playground or climbing to his head and jumping out for the lake like he was a gigantic, living, rubber diving board.

It could feel one of its legs was almost chewed through, and it kind of limped from the playground in a rage. As they fell, the children grabbed huge chunks of the creature’s flesh and used them to bounce when they hit the ground. No one told them to do this or that it would work, but they did it anyway, and it worked for them.

The creature staggered off, and looked before it at the towering rock of Stone Mountain near Atlanta, and made for it. It rampaged down the road in search of the rock, drawn to it by its sheer size. It bounded through the parking lot, cars screeching and getting out of the way. It bounded over a large fancy palisade, and down through the grass toward the mountain, and jumped up the side, where it began to slither up, crawling up beyond the great civil war carving and pulled its way to the top.

On the other side of the country, in a bunker beneath the desert, someone said: “Okay, Janson, bring him on in, we’re on a time limit here.”

“Is it time Darren?”

“Yep, now, bring him in.”

Janson walked into the little room. It was darkish but was reminiscent of an operating theatre. Janson pulled down a box from the left-hand side of the room and began to rummage through it. He brought out a left leg, a vaguely presidential left leg at that, and put it on the table. Darren began at once to work on the limb, bringing out a small electrical tool with which he started to activate the leg.

From the box, Janson pulled out another leg, and then hauled out the torso. Everything was already covered in clothing, the President’s favorite suit, and shoes.

Darren continued to work the circuits and to hook everything together. The legs started to work, moving around just a little bit.

Janson brought out the arms, and Darren hooked them together while a robotic arm came down from the ceiling and started to sew his clothes together as they continued their work.

“Give me the head, come on now,” said Darren.

Janson looked through the box and pulled out the head. It was a perfect replica of the original President, who had been prone to the assassination, but who had otherwise served well over the years, and placed it on the table.

Janson activated the servos and hooked the neck to the head, and touched a switch behind its ear.

The eyes opened in a flash, and the President sat up in a single jerk of motion, his eyes glazed over, peering into nothing. It looked like his eyes were little monitors in the dark, glowing with a fierce green, and you could tell that he was rebooting.

The President said “Presidential six-point-oh point three speaking. Downloading the latest software patch.” A little progress bar in his eyes filled from one side to the other.

“I always hate this part,” said Darren.  “I always wonder if he’s going to have enough hard disk space the next time we activate one.”

“Darren, why don’t we go ahead and put the next one together so we can just turn him on next time?”

“Don’t ask so many questions.”

They watched as the robotic leader of the free world continued to twitch his head and download new upgrades one after the other. In a moment, his eyes cleared, and he looked up.

“Last thing I remember we were attacking a large monster. What happened?”

“We’re not prepared to debrief you, sir, we’ll get you to a conference room where you can plug in and get the last few memories. They should have bounced off the satellite by now.”

They took him into another room and handed him what looked like a small red audio player. He placed the earphones in his ears, turned it on and laid back on a small reclining chair to soak in the last few minutes of his ship going down.

He sat up.

Gentlemen, get me to the command center. “I may have to call a full air strike on Atlanta, not that it’ll do any good. I want to see where the creature is now.”

He walked down the hall with them, and into a small war room staffed with techs capable of keeping the equipment running, and looked down at the map, it was much like the table in his command ship.

“Where is it now?”

One of the screens tracked it down to Stone Mountain on the map and focused it down to show the creature, who looked pretty battered by now, sitting on top of the giant rock.

“Call my ship.”

“Sir, your ship went down in the fight.”

“My other ship.”

They all stood back from him. They didn’t like that one.

“But that one hasn’t been fully tested.”

“Do you have a better idea of how to get me back to the other side of the country?”

“Sir, it’s not that. It’s just that the radiation sir.”

“I can take the radiation, don’t you worry about that.”

“But what about the pilots?”

“Easy,” said the President with a grin, activate two more of me, and download the piloting program into them.

“What?”

“Do it, I need to get back out to Atlanta as quick as I can.”

“Yes, sir.”

Two more presidents were assembled while the current version went into the hangar to his craft. It was a large saucer-shaped ship, recently discovered in a crater somewhere in Brazil. The President looked out at it and smiled. He’d wanted a chance to pilot this thing for a while. With three of him, he just might manage it.

A door slid open and two more of him, dressed this time in flight jumpsuits, stepped forward.

They smiled at each other and said in unison. “You about ready to get this baby in the air? Yep. Let’s go.” It was like listening to himself in stereo.

Darren shook his head. They hadn’t had more than one of them active for a while and it always creeped him out to hear them talk in unison like that.

They climbed aboard the ship, and everyone cleared the flight deck.

The ship began to spin, and in just a moment it was through the roof and on out into the night sky, zooming for Atlanta.

It zoomed through Texas, skidded through Oklahoma, dived through Louisiana, and then went on through Mississippi and Alabama. They could see the creature on the sensors in the distance jumping up and down on the peak of Stone Mountain.

When they’d landed outside of Jen and Walter’s dinner, they were upside down, lying on their backs, with their arms pointing into the air at the building above them, surrounded in fog, with an alien moon behind it. They were in the parking lot, and they knew what that might mean.

Fred and Moxie jumped up, and they could see it, the restaurant was just a few hundred feet away from them, but the parking lot was full of great tusked creatures, swinging their heads around and bumping into them.

Fred climbed the tusks of one of the creatures, and then pulled his way onto its head by grasping big handfuls of dark fur and hoisting himself up.

Moxie yelled, but it wasn’t a damsel in distress sort of thing. Ruffled by one of the creatures, she yelled back at it. Her cry was more of an assertive tone with the beast in question. She could almost hear herself saying “Bad Dog!”

She called one of them out, shaking a finger at it, and then climbed up on its back without a further question. She had no idea how she was managing to do this but didn’t question it.

“How’d you do that?”

“Beats the hell out of me. Come on!”

They dug in with their fists, full of fur and kneed the beasts until they moved over near the door. With everything swimming flying and exploding around them, they hopped off and made for the door, rolling through it, and into the diner.

“Moxie, Fred, you guys are back,” said Walter.

“Where’s Michael and Simon?” asked Jen.

“They’re in trouble, we’ve got to help them.”

“Where are they?”

“We’re not sure anymore, but Moxie’s got a tracer on Michael.”

“Oh have you now,” said Jen.

“Will you drop it, Fred?”

Fred laughed at her and kissed her. “Well, you do.”

“Come on then,” said Walter. “Fred, I’m going to need your help up top to get this old bucket running. Moxie, can you help Jen there with the navigator?”

Both of them nodded.

“Come on Fred,” said Walter. They walked back through the swinging door from the kitchen area behind the bar and into the hold of a working freighter.

“I didn’t know you had all this back here.”

“Well, that’s why we don’t let a lot of people back here, right? This way.”

They went down a little corridor and stepped onto a circular plate that lifted them up through a sliding hatchway in the ceiling and out onto the roof.

“What are we up here for?”

Fred was looking around. It looked like a normal roof, there was an air conditioner and various vents and things. It looked like a normal roof.

“Two things,” said Walter. “One, we’re disconnecting the cable, and two, we’ve got to fire up the engines.” He pointed over to the air conditioning unit.

“What this old AC unit?”

“Look again.”

Walter went to the edge of the roof, where a single cable connected the building to the outside world, and cut it off with a huge pair of limb loppers he’d brought with him while Fred went over to look at the AC unit. When he got close to it, he heard a beep beep, and it opened up. Little panels slid backward and forwards and disappeared into the roof. Before him was a working hyperdrive, and hover lift unit, starting to spin to life for the first time in about five years.

He turned to see Walter with a little key fob. He’d just hit the switch to open it all up.

“Cool.”

They opened the side of the engine and began to work. It all looked like it was in working order, there was just a lot of prep work to do to get her flying again. They stopped thinking about it and dived right in. Fred took every direction from Walter and followed his instructions as best he could. When you work for a year and a half at a space station pumping gas and doing minor fixes in the star garage, you can do anything like this. He was only a little bit rusty.

Below them, Jen and Moxie were hard at work.

“You’ve got a tracer on Michael do you?”

“Yes.” She handed it over, it was a little transceiver with a small dot on it, blinking on a map.

“Looks like he’s on Stone Mountain. Interesting.”

Jen took the tracer and dropped it down into a crack between the waffle irons and the griddle, and the griddle turned over to reveal a tracing program and screen. The lights dimmed for a second and every surface in the whole place turned over to reveal some kind of instrument panel.

In the back, an old man, still sipping on a cup of coffee, cold bacon was forgotten before he opened his eyes and started to look around. The whole place seemed to be alive.

“Oh Shit, Cal,” said Jen.

She went to him.

“Cal honey, come on, we’re closing for the night.”

“But you never close,” he said. He’d been spiking his coffee long enough now he wasn’t sure if anyone else could see all the instrument panels and lights but him.

“Come on now, gotta go.”

He got up and allowed Jen to walk him to the door.

“Just trying to finish my coffee.”

“Here, I’ll get you a to-go cup dear.”

She handed him a full cup of coffee in a plastic cup, made just the way he liked it.

“Who are you?” he said.

“You know my dear, I’m Jen. You’ve been buying coffee from me for four years now. Come on, get out, we’re closing up for the night.”

He toddled out into the parking lot and saw the light stream up from the rooftop and Fred and Walter lowering back into the restaurant, and the spinning blaze of lights now on the top of the place where the air conditioner had been.

“Wait,” said Fred, “What about Michael’s car? Have you got a garage back here?”

“Oh yeah,” said Walter.

“I’ll go out and get it.”

Cal watched, dumbfounded as Fred came out of the building, and waved, “Hi,” and got into the flying car and revved it up, tucked the wheels into the car in the floating position, and drove it around the building to the back where he brought it inside the restaurant and parked it.

Cal sat down on the hood of another car and then watched as the whole building broke from the ground and flew into the sky, two slender wings now protruding from the sides.

Cal looked next to him, at the tusked creature chewing up the ground, and downed his entire cup of coffee in one, and then proceeded to walk off home, ignoring all the animals and interesting creatures he saw along the way. Above him, his favorite restaurant had just floated away. He would never drink again. He threw the cup away.

In the belly of the beast, sat Simon and Michael. “Any matches?” asked Michael.

Simon laughed. “No, don’t smoke.”

The people around them had tired of trying to hack their way out of the creature’s belly. It wasn’t suffocating in there, but to claw your way out, the gelatin belly of the beast would just grow back stronger as you struggled.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Simon.

Michael was sitting, as comfortably as he could. He still had his hat on, which kept getting covered in goo, but his coat was off now.

“I’m thinking about our rescue.”

“What?”

“I’m imagining it, our rescue. I’m imagining how we get rescued. Somehow we’ve got to rely on Fred and Moxie, they’re all we have left.”

“What about Jen and Walter?”

“I suppose that’s a possibility. They might be involved.”

“So what happens?”

“I’m not sure but it needs to be something bloody big. We’ve got to get out of this guy as fast as we can. Going to be major.”

“Like what?”

“I’m hoping that either they bring the restaurant, or Fred brings my car.”

“The Restaurant?”

“Oh yeah, it’s a total space ship, you know that right?”

“Hey, I’m still getting used to being able to change into a ravening troll creature, remember?”

“That’s right. I’ve forgotten how little time has passed. It’s only been a couple of days, right?”

“Something like that.”

They sat there in the goo, thinking about life while Jen and Walter sped their way to Stone Mountain with Moxie and Fred plastered to the front windows of the diner as they flew across the city.

They passed Midtown, and downtown, and off to the East, towards the giant granite rock.

“So, said Simon, do you think we’ll make it?”

Outside, the creature writhed and danced at the top of the mountain, destroying the entrance to the gondola, and the front of a small arcade and gift shop.

Someone who had been running up the mountain saw the creature and turned right back around again. Another group who saw it arrive didn’t know whether to run or just gape at the sight of it.

It climbed to the top of the gift shop and bellowed, screaming at the sky, and brought its fists down destroying the roof. The creature fell in and then began to wade through the debris of ceiling tiles and insulation.

Inside the monster’s belly, they held on for dear life. It was a lot like being in a child’s playground at a fast-food chain restaurant, lost in the big pool of colored plastic balls, even the others trapped in there with them were starting to find the humor in bouncing around and off the walls. They’d all thrown up at one point or another by now, and there was nothing left to do but laugh.

The creature jumped out of the remains of the gift shop, covered in t-shirts and coffee mugs hanging from its teeth, and those inside took a tumble as it bounded for the arcade and bashed it’s way into it, sending teens and forty-somethings on the Pac-Man machines through the doors and out onto the surface of the mountain.

Walter sat in a captain’s chair that had come up out of the restaurant floor. Jen sat in a similar one. They were more like the kind of easy chairs you see on a motor home than anything else.

“There he is,” said Walter.

Before them they could see it, jumping up and down on the surface of the Granite dome.

“Moxie, Fred, you know what to do, right?”

They nodded and headed for the back. Moxie got behind the wheel of Michael’s car, and as soon as they were buckled in, the floor dropped out below them and they flew out of the back of the little diner, flying through the sky and zoomed off, looking for a lower angle of approach.

“Jen,” said Walter, “you know what we need to do now?”

“Yep. We’ve got to get them out of there.”

“Good, then let’s drop it.”

She flicked the switch and a missile lowered from the bottom of the little flying diner.

She flipped another switch to arm it.

Red lights blinked on the missile.

She flicked another switch and it cut loose from the bottom and zoomed off ahead of them towards the big rubber monster.

“I hope they hold on tight,” said Jen.

The missile sped out, targeting the monster. They were still a good ways off, mere moments from impact.

Inside the monster, Michael opened his eyes. “They’re here.”

Simon looked around and transformed in anticipation.

“Almost…”

“Duck         !”

This is a draft version of a chapter from John Saye’s book, The Man With Three First Names.

There was a bellow from below them, the creature was beginning to grow. Its skin was already a sickening shade of yellow, and Simon could swear it was glowing beneath them. They watched out of the side of the ship as they passed over while the creature took a chunk out of the building it was climbing on. Electricity shocked through its body, and it began to convulse.

“Will he ever be the same?” asked Simon.

“No,” said Michael.

Fred and Moxie pulled on their goggles and watched the battle screen. They gathered around the console. They looked at the video image of the creature on the ground.

The President reached out his hand and moved his fingers across the table, moving in troops and air battle groups. They could see themselves. The President selected all the air units and then selected the creature itself. They could feel the ship they were in turn as he did it.

“What’s happening?” asked Simon.

Michael already knew.

“We’re surrounding it. I’ve just given the order.”

On the screen, the battleships converged on the monster, and keeping a safe-ish distance, began to circle around it.

The creature writhed and pounded its claws into the building it was on, busting out the side where a firm of lawyers was going over their latest case. Still around them, the thickness of the brown mists and bluegrasses pushed into the world. Great spiraling trees worked their way into the buildings, lifting some of them from the ground.

“The portal is still active,” said Michael.

Simon looked up. We saw it destroyed. How can that be?

“I don’t know.”

The President was quiet.

“What?” said Michael.

The President nodded over folded hands. He covered his face with them.

“Talk.”

“The connection hasn’t finished settling.”

“What’s going to happen?”

“If I’m right we’re working our way into a downward spiral.”

“What like a low-pressure system?” asked Simon.

Michael slapped the President’s hands down. “Talk! This isn’t a weather report.”

There were immediately fifteen guns trained on him.

“We are not playing here Mr. Christopher. We’ve got to ride this out. If the experiments we’ve been doing so far are any sign, then this is going to blow over in a few hours, and we’ll just have a little cleanup to go through after the worlds settle themselves out.”

Michael took a step back.

“It’s okay gentlemen.”

The President straightened his tie, and the men laid off, lowering their guns.

“Now let’s look at this again.”

They gathered around the console again, but this time Michael kept his distance a little bit. He listened, but he was already working on his own agenda.

The great dinosaur-like creature bellowed below them and put its hand into a building, past a group of designers and web developers, then pulled out a large pile of disused hard drives and ate them. It burped and belched fire all over another building that was just standing there minding its own business, thank you very much.

The creature, now starting to turn more of a green shade than he was before jumped down and landed in the middle of a busy street half-covered in cars and half great wooly creatures looking for succulent bluegrasses. It found the only asphalt instead. It grabbed a bus and started emptying people out of it into it’s gaping maw like they were potato chips at the bottom of the bag. When all the tasty morsels were gone, it tried to bite the bus, didn’t like the taste of it, and threw it into a local movie theatre, after which patrons began to run screaming from it, partially because of the impact of the bus, but also because they were in the process of running out already from the throng of little blue warriors that had taken refuge in the theatre.

“We can’t waste any more time.”

“Then you’re back on board Michael?”

“Yes.”

“Everybody else?”

Simon nodded.

Fred and Moxie nodded. They did their best serious looks.

“Okay then.”

The President waved his hand over the screen and began moving in troops.

“You’re ordering them with this right?”

“Yep, they are on the move, here.” The President brushed his finger on the screen, then selected a commander.

Michael watched them move into position. It looked like a leader was getting the orders in his helmet and then getting his troops in line. Chain of command.

“We’ve got to stop him.”

“All I can do is slow him down, I’m afraid.”

“It’s all up to Simon here.”

“What?”

“I think you’re the only hope in this situation. You were the closest to the blast and survived it when the barrier exploded between our worlds. Somehow you’re the link that’s going to send this guy home.”

“He’s pretty intelligent on his side of the fence,” said Michael.

“It’s sad,” said Simon. “Their world is poisoned.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about that. I’ve got a country to run and a city to save here. Somehow it all comes down to you. I’m not sure how it’s just a hunch.”

“You’re right,” said Michael. 

“Mike?”

“He’s an ass,” said Michael, “but it’s the only thing that makes sense at this point.”

Simon found his nerve and straightened up. “When can I get down there then?”

The President smiled.

“Moxie? Do you have them?”

“You bet.”

Fred and Moxie pulled them from their gadget-laden backpacks what looked like little metal tubes. They held them forward and pressed a button with each thumb.

“What are those things?” asked Michael.

“They’re our ticket.” The bars expanded, and compartments opened and slid out until an entire hoverbike floated beneath both of them.

“Hop on guys.”

Simon ran forward and sat behind Moxie.

Michael took a deep breath and sat down behind Fred.

“What’s the plan then?” asked Michael.

“Oh the usual,” said the President. “Wing it.”

“Great.”

“Wing it. That’s all he’s got.”

“Wing it.”

“Nice.”

Michael shook his head. “Get us out of here guys.”

Fred and Moxie revved them up and took off. When they got to the edge of the flight deck, they turned to wave at the President, who waved back, then they dived off the edge, heading for the ground. It rushed up at them rather quicker than Michael would have liked.

They hurled to the ground, this time with engines spurring them on, towards mad creatures that wanted to kill them, but somehow Michael was at ease with it all. He sat there, on the hover-cycle, holding his hat and screaming at the top of his lungs like he was on a great carnival ride. He let it all out of himself, closing his eyes and imagined all the strange things he’d seen in his lifetime. The Lochness monster, bigfoot, aliens, zombies, and who knew what else. What better fate for him than to be dashed to death on the ground before a giant rubber monster that was terrorizing the city? If it was the way he was going to go out, it at least suited him just fine.

They flattened out, and started zinging through the streets, and in and out between the buildings.

There was a roar above them. Michael looked up and watched as the head of the monster seemed to bob between the buildings.

Moxie fired up her lasers.

Fred did the same.

They started firing on the creature as they approached.

“No!” yelled Michael

They didn’t hear him and kept on firing.

The creature swung out a fist and missed Moxie as they went by.

Simon leaped off of Moxie’s bike and flew through the air towards the monster, who batted at him and sent him tumbling into nearby thick grass.

“Simon!”

Michael too jumped, leaping for the creature’s neck. He latched on and held there for dear life. He reached into his pockets, and pulled out a squirt gun, and aiming it into the creature’s eye, blasted it with a mixture of lemon juice and battery acid. “That was handy.”

The creature writhed in pain and shook Michael off. He plummeted to the ground while the creature rubbed its eyes, more out of an annoyance, but it gave Fred and Moxie a chance to come around from the other side and hit the creature again.

Simon jumped and caught Michael on the way down and set him down.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Simon, as he launched himself up into the air again at the creature. He latched onto the creature’s nose and began to punch him, but it was like hitting a towering stack of gelatin molds. His hand stuck through the creature, and he had to pull it out with a sickening sucking noise each time.

Fred and Moxie came around for another pass, and Michael could tell from the corner of his eyes that the President was bringing his ships in, moving in for a kill, or a melt-down or whatever this creature’s fate would be.

Fred and Moxie let loose, and Michael watched as their laser blasts hit the creature, entered its dinosaur-gelatin body, seemed to build for a moment, and then passed through to the other side with a spurt of slime and marshmallow goo.

The creature burped a cloud of sweet-smelling steam and shook it off.

“Cut the lasers!” cried Michael, but he was wrong. It was a signal to Fred and Moxie to up the ante and let the creature have it.

They tore into it and filled him full of as much energy as they could muster. It filled the creature up and bloated the inside of him. As they passed the rubber monstrosity, the energy came out its other side and flew straight at them. They had just reached out for a high-five, and it turned into a handclasp as the energy from their own blasts came out and smacked them from behind. They were blown off their bikes, which crashed into the outside of a nearby building, and they were flying through the air.

Michael’s got a lot of luck. Simon’s nigh-invulnerable. Fred and Moxie are cute and have cool toys, but they are mortal, so they searched their bodies for anything they could find, and without their regular backpacks there was little they could do before they too hit the outside of a building to be cut to ribbons on the glass.

They clutched their hands together, and just before they hit the wall they hit the emergency teleport button on their wristbands.

No time to program it.

In a whiff of sparks, they were gone.

“Oh crap,” said Michael.

He looked back up to where Simon was punching the creature in the face and getting his hands stuck deeper and deeper in it.

Simon yelled and flung his fists at the creature, who seemed annoyed but not much else. It reared back its head and shaking its neck toppled Simon onto it’s bubbling green tongue, and swallowed him whole.

The creature walked up to Michael, who could see Simon struggling inside the beast through its translucent skin, and lowered its head to sniff Michael’s scent.

He blew Michael’s hat off. It rolled to a corner of the street that was already covered in shards of glass.

“That’s enough.”

The creature opened its eyes a little wider and regarded Michael a little differently. It cocked its head.

“I asked you not to come here.”

He stepped forward just a little bit.

“I told you you wouldn’t make it through the portal without causing more damage than good.”

He stepped forward again, and this time the creature stepped back a little.

“I’ve had enough, and now it’s time to send you back home.”

Michael plucked up his hat and put it back on, straightening it.

“I don’t know how I’m going to do it yet, but you are finished, my friend.”

He held up a small phone to his ear.

“Mr. President, nuke the portal please.”

On his command ship, the President pressed a red button on his console, and then selected the remains of the Sublight group.

It wasn’t an actual nuke, but the three missiles that fell from his ship and headed out toward the facility were plenty good enough to do the job.

They landed one after the other, one, two, three, into the crater. Fire and dust exploded from the site, including a fearsome blast of light.

The portal was no more.

Cut off from his world, the creature began to scream and hold its head in pain for a moment, and then it righted itself, and almost seemed to regain and redouble its strength. Its skin became a more solid shade of green. Simon was still visible, but just barely, and he was moving less and less.

“Hmm. That’s not what I expected.”

The creature bellowed and stomped one of its great clawed feet down, pinning Michael to the ground. It was like being pinned to the ground by a candy bar.

“Okay,” said Michael from between the claws of the beast, now you’ve really ticked me off. He wrenched his body this way and that. His hat came off again, and he put it back on, giving the creature a glare when it happened.

The creature bellowed above him and reached out to knock an electric street sign down, which exploded and landed next to Michael in a shower of sparks.

Michael used the time to look through his pockets.

He pulled out a small voodoo doll, not much help there. He tossed it aside.

Policemen ran up, brandishing rifles, took aim and started shooting the creature. The rubbery nature of its skin wasn’t much help as the bullets just bounced around, or lodged in the skin and stuck there.

Michael searched another pocket and came up with his pistol, alien in origin, he wasn’t even sure what it was called. He fired it, and a beam of green energy flew to the creature’s torso, but it didn’t make much difference. For just a second, the creature forgot about Michael and started to walk off, carrying Michael with him still stuck at the foot, but the laser blast was enough to get its attention again, and it crouched down, pinning Michael flat He squeezed Michael’s arm against the side of the curb. Michael let go of the pistol.

“Crap.” It clattered to the ground.

What else did he have left?

He reached around and found a dagger there in the side of the street. It was one of those the little guys were always carrying. He took it and stabbed the creature, slicing off a rubbery toe.

It stepped off of him, and Michael popped up. He dodged a swing by the creature, and he could see in there, inside its body where Simon was now curled into a ball.

The creature kicked out and lashed its tail at Michael, but instead of hitting him with it, Michael jumped and landed on top of the tail, grasping it in his hands. He climbed up the creature’s back, using the spikes on the creature’s back for support. They were a little harder than the rest of its body.

The creature turned around, trying to sling him off, but Michael didn’t budge. Instead, he held on tight and didn’t move, and continued to scale the beast. There was occasional fire from the President’s men, but they were afraid to hit Michael, so they held off.

Michael grasped onto the creature’s neck and gathered his strength. The creature was starting to make it’s way through town, scraping buildings and breaking glass in its wake, stepping on a car here and there. Things were starting to stick to it, a light pole here, a small dog there.

Michael got up on the creature’s head, and he stomped on it.

The creature stopped.

Michael put his hands on his hips and looked down on the creature. “This is the end of the line for you. I asked you not to come here. To shut off your portal and leave it alone, but did you listen to me? You did not.”

Below him, deep in the creature’s belly, Simon’s eyes opened, and he transformed.

“Now it’s a little too late for you isn’t it?”

The creature looked up at Michael, not comprehending.

“That’s the worst part, isn’t it. You don’t even know you’re causing all this trouble, do you?”

The creature groaned a reply, but there was little feeling or coherence in it.

It rolled its eyes, trying to get a better look at him, then it shook its head, and just like Simon before him, the creature opened its maw and sucked down Michael and swallowed him whole. Then it burped and began climbing a nearby building.

It lurched up the side of the building, tearing out power cords and making a general mess of the place. It just wanted to see a little bit better. Being down in the buildings was as good as being in a cave to it. When it popped it’s head out above them, the President aboard his ship said “Fire.”

All the floating ships started at once, firing red pulses of light towards the creature, and it started to burn, and sizzle and pop.

It roared, and whipped around, smacking down on one of the President’s ships, which roared to the earth and exploded in a giant fireball.

They continued to fire. The President’s ship was standing back a bit now, and the creature whipped out its tale and took another one down, it spinning off into another building, and exploding. Only three left, the creature tracked them like they were gnats hovering just out of view of its left eye.

It jumped from the building and knocked the third one of the President’s crafts out of the sky like it was knocking the football from an opposing player’s arms. The craft lurched and hit the ground, plowing through a street lined with abandoned cars. There it carved a groove in the ground and sent dirt and debris up into the air, splattering all the buildings, and knocked the cars that were in the way into the storefronts of nearby businesses.

The President dropped his arms, and stood there, looking at the destruction all around him. He peered out at the orange sky and waited for it to all be over.

“Sir, what are your orders?”

He looked around lazily.

“What?”

“Sir, your next order sir?”

He let out a great breath and looked around him at the men who were in his service. He didn’t even know their names.

He turned back to the battle map in front of him.

“Ram it.”

“Sir?”

“You heard me, arm the nukes, and ram it.”

The officer relayed the message into his headset with a solemn face.

There was general nodding around. They had to hope to get smacked and nuke the creature. After the others went down there was little hope for victory that way, and they couldn’t just leave. The country would be in total ruins forever.

They armed nuclear weapons.

They fired up the engines and sped toward the monster at top speed.

Right before the weapons finished arming and booting up, the creature whipped out its tail and knocked the President’s ship down. It sailed in a spiral towards the Earth and exploded in a ball of flame half a mile high.

The creature roared and bellowed with rage, and with satisfaction as it continued to tear through the city.

In the belly of the beast sat Simon and Michael. They lay there unconscious and somehow preserved inside the jelly stomach. It stomped along and took them with it. Other people were around them in various states of consciousness. Some of them were curled into balls, some were whimpering, but others, some of which found themselves turned into snack food for the beast via being on the wrong bus at the wrong time were cutting and slicing their way through the beast’s flesh with plastic knives and sporks, and several were using just their hands, or paper coffee cups to do the digging with.

“Should we wake them up?”

“It’s no use. They’ll wake up in time.”

“I hope it’s on time.”

“I do too.”

“They kept digging, almost swimming through the creature.”

Outside the creature knew no different. To it, there wasn’t a rebellion going on under its skin. It just knew it was free, and that this world was there for the taking, not that it knew what that meant either. It was free, and wild in a strange land, and it was alone.

In the wreckage of the President’s ship lay the torn and scattered remains of the President. His body lay broken and torn apart, there were wires everywhere, and part of his plastic face had melted off. His suit smoked, charbroiled and burned and the screws holding his limbs on had all given away and were strewn across the field of battle.

One of his commanders, next to dead himself, pushed up from the wreckage, noticed the disaster and watched as the creature continued to lurch away. He held his earpiece to what remained of his ear and said, “Delta Bravo One, do you read?”

He heard a response.

“The man’s down, repeat, he’s down. Start operation starfish. Repeat operation starfish.”

“Copy that, Delta Bravo One out, Operation Starfish is in motion.”

There was a click, and he knew he’d signed his own death warrant. The remains of the ship exploded and took him with it. There was no evidence now, no pieces of the dead President’s robotic body strewn around.

The commander welcomed it. He closed his eyes and succumbed to the magnetic fireball, and knew no more.

Millions of miles away, Fred and Moxie came hurtling out of a purple wormhole and onto the deck of a popular space station. They got up and brushed themselves off. They didn’t have their backpacks, and they didn’t have anything but each other and their wristbands, which were blinking. “Recharge light…” By then it might be too late. They picked themselves up. There was a throng of people who were now avoiding them and walking away from them. They had arrived in a busy walking area.

They staggered to a coffee shop on the side of the walkway and looked up at the starry sky above the mega station. They ordered two cups of synth coffee, and sat back, unaware of how the battle was going without them, feeling guilty that they couldn’t return immediately.

“What do we do?”

“We wait it out, what else is there to do?”

They watched through the glass and force fields in the ceiling and looked out as the station came back around to the dayside of the planet.

It was Earth.

“Fred.” She said it as she grasped his wrist.

There it was, definitely Earth.

“Oh shit.”

Below them, the Earth turned. They had traveled in time as well as space. It’s always odd when you have to hit the emergency escape.

They took another sip of their coffees and watched their wristbands, to see how long it would take them to recharge.

By the time they had finished their fifth cups of coffee, now wired up and ready for anything, their wrist bands beeped and they were ready to go.

They stood up, the bill for coffee unpaid, and zapped out of there. It wouldn’t matter where they programmed it for, their wristbands were still stuck on Earth. They flung around through time and space, on their way back. They held hands as they traversed the psychedelic passages of space and time to come out the other side screaming, hot and flustered, and landing just several feet from Jen and Walter’s restaurant again.

“Hungry?”

This is a draft version of a chapter from John Saye’s book, The Man With Three First Names.

“That’s it!” said the President. “Now, go suit up!”

Simon and Michael looked at each other. They nodded and followed a pair of soldiers into an enclosed room.

“Your clothes sir.”

“Forget it,” said Michael, “just do it, we’ll fit in the jumpsuits just fine.”

Metallic jumpsuits lowered from the ceiling. There were large clear openings like a HAZMAT suit. They were silvery-green in color.

“Oh come on!” said Michael.

“Sir, we don’t know what’s on the other side, we want you to be able to breathe sir.”

They were all putting on face masks.

“What, you think you’re all going with me?”

“Of course sir, we’re under your orders.”

“Then my first order is getting out of my way!”

Michael and Simon pushed out of the little room.

“What’s the problem?” asked the President.

“The problem is, we’re going on our own on this one Dave.”

“Mike, come on, you don’t know what’s in there.”

“I have a pretty good idea, and those creatures aren’t dying right away over here, so we’re on our way.”

The President grabbed Michael by the elbow, it was a vice-like grip.

“Lay off, robot.”

Mike swatted him off, then found himself looking at the bewildered troops around him.

“It’s nothing, said the President, just an old college nickname.” He gave Michael a stare to kill.

“That’s right,” said Michael.

“I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“I’ll be fine. Simon, you ready?”

“You bet. He transformed into the crazed looking creature, and together they ran for the edge and jumped out of the ship together.”

“I hope you have a plan,” said Simon on the way down.

“I always have a plan, just let me think of one real quick.”

“We’ll be better off on our own.”

“Well, it’s not like we need parachutes or anything.”

“Why would we need that, right?”

Michael was looking at the ground, just a sea of sushi-like raw tentacles.

Simon was picking his landing point.

Michael touched a button on his jacket, and a parachute, small, but efficient popped forth from behind his neck. He shot up into the air, as Simon kept plummeting downwards.

Simon hit the ground like a ton of bricks, and sprayed fresh tentacle everywhere in a column above him, but still landed, kneeling, and stood up again, brushing the slime off of him like it was nothing.

Michael touched down and folded the parachute away.

“Interesting suit.”

“I got it from a—“

“Leave it.”

“Right.”

Around them, boiling pools of slime were eating away at the hardware of the old laboratory.

Simon put a clawed hand on the table, and it fell apart, from where the slime had already been working on the legs.

Before them stood the gate. It was the only thing shining in the place.

Somewhere a cell phone was ringing. It was playing a ringtone by the Beatles.

Michael answered it. “I’m sorry I called you a robot.”

“You’re forgiven.”

Simon could hear everything going on at the President’s end of the call. His senses were on overdrive.

President coughed.

“He and I went to college together,” Michael said to Simon.

“If he hadn’t been out on a mission with you I would never have been necessary.”

“I know.”

“I just wanted to make sure you got down all right. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Yeah, watch our backs and stay local in case I need you to round them up again after the next pulse.”

“Roger that.”

“Roger my ass.”

“Roger your ass, roger.”

“Dave?”

“We did download the personality, Mike.”

“Are you in there?”

“Some of me. Get on with it, get through that portal.”

The President hung up and Michael tossed the stray phone aside.

“You ready?”

Simon pulled out his whip.

Michael pulled out his as well.

The portal, itself, seemed to know what was going on because it started to crackle with extra energy as Simon and Michael brought the whips out.

“Let’s crack ’em.”

They cracked their bullwhips into the portal, and they went right through and sucked Michael and Simon right on behind them.

Everything became a blur of light. Things stretched, pulled into pretzels, and then ironed out like old laundry hung up to dry before Michael finally opened his eyes again.

It was dark.

Michael felt around.

His face was there, that was good.

He thought about that for a moment. So, his face was there. What about his hat? He felt around for that, found it close by and put it on. At least he felt the sensations of putting it on his head. He could feel the satin lining caress his forehead and temples, and he could feel the weight of it on his ears, but it fell off again. He felt around and could feel the ground beneath him. He pushed up, and put his hat back on again, but still had trouble opening his eyes. Everything was blurry.

He searched around and rubbed at his eyes. His hands were there, and he could see them. He looked around. Simon was on the floor, but pushing up, and shaking his head. He kept transforming, back and forth and back and forth. Sometimes he got it right, and sometimes, he got it wrong and had to transform back so he could breathe or so his eyes weren’t on the inside of his nostrils or something. He wasn’t awake enough to control it. Soon he got it back, straightened himself up, and started looking around.

They were standing on a hill, covered in bluegrass with an open, cloudy coppery sky above them.

Before them was the portal, just as it was on the other side, just a mirror image.

“Where are the whips?” asked Simon.

“Doing their job.”

Michael reached around, felt at the base of his neck, and could feel the prickle where the extra-dimensional whip must have attached itself to him, and as he thought about it, he could see the light of it trailing like a faint ghost back to the portal.

“They are linking us back to our world.”

Simon felt for his as well.

“If we destroy the machine, we’ll have just a few seconds to make it back through before the portal loses its connection.”

“Here’s to keeping it light, right?”

There were great grinding and scraping.

Michael and Simon looked out and could see a great machine rolling forward and clamping down over the projector.

“We’ve got to get in that thing.”

“That’s it, right there?”

“I think so, we’re going to have to find out.”

Captain Harland stepped forward. Here he was about their size and started working on the machine. He waved off the help of his slaves, who scattered away as he flung his arms at them.

He threw what looked like a screwdriver at the ground and sat on the machine, looking through the portal.

“Why are they out in this field?”

“I don’t know,” said Simon.

They ventured another peek, and saw behind the portal generator, the huge army lying in wait. It looked like they’d been camped out there for a while.

Harland looked over at them, did a double-take.

“They spotted us,” said Michael.

“Get them!”

Michael and Simon turned tail and ran. They dived down into the bluegrasses and tried to hide in the thick underbrush, but the army was close upon them. Here, instead of being short and stubby six-armed assassins, they were lean and strong. It was their natural world, and they were proud warriors, skilled at what they did. They found Michael and Simon and brought them forward to Harland.

“How is it that you’ve come here?”

“Oh, you know, just looking around,” said Michael.

“Just looking around? You are not from this world.”

“Never met travelers?”

Simon turned into himself.

“And what of this little man? A skin-changer of some kind? Interesting.”

“How is it that you can understand us, and we you? Are languages that similar in the galaxy?”

“You’d be surprised,” said Michael. “One of my best friends in High School was an alien, and the most foreign thing he ever said sounded something like a combination of French and Spanish at best.”

“I don’t know of French and Spanish, whatever these things are. I should kill you now. You came through the portal, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then how come you could make it through in one piece? We are having such difficulty with it.”

“What happened here?”

“It was a war. We burned our planet to death. Some things still survive. The grasses seem to have thrived on our warfare. We’ve been looking for a new home for some time now, and yours was the first we found that we could get through the portal with. We just couldn’t make it stick.”

“Part of it’s because you destroyed the portal generator on the other side.”

“Did we?”

“Afraid so, and when you come through the portal, you seem to change. I’m assuming you didn’t try and push a big tentacled monster through at us last time.”

“No, it was a horse.”

The word didn’t translate well in Michael’s mind. They didn’t have horses here. It was closer to the word steed, but that wasn’t even close. It was more like a beloved animal when it finished in his mind.

“What happened?”

“He got stuck. The portal generator isn’t stable, we can’t make it work.”

“I have to ask you to abandon it.”

“What?”

“What you’re doing is destroying our world. Each time you power this system up, you deepen the crack or rift between our worlds.”

“That is our hope.”

“You must not. What you are doing is twisting our worlds and breaking them apart. You’ve already laid waste to this world, please don’t do the same to ours. We have a hard enough time taking care of it ourselves. Here you seem reasonable. On the other side, you don’t come through quite the same. Your minds and bodies get warped and altered by the portal. You need to shut it off, for our own good, and yours.”

“You do not understand. We are dying.”

“It’s never simple is it?”

“No, it’s not.”

Harland straightened up. The army behind him was taking notice of what was going on. “We can’t turn it off, it’s our only hope. We don’t travel the stars, we only travel between dimensions. For most of the war, we used these machines to travel in and around and behind each other, for attack and surprise.”

“And now you’re using it to find a way out.”

“You understand.”

“Yes I do, and I promise to help, I’ve got friends, and we can make another arrangement. We’ll get you off-world.”

“I cannot accept your offer.”

Michael nodded.

“You’re sure you won’t reconsider?”

“I cannot make allowances. This portal is our last hope. Before a ship from your world could arrive, we’d all be gone.”

“You won’t accept then?”

“No. It’s kind of you, but it’s no use.”

There was a rumble across the ground.

“Sire!” called one of the technicians who had been working on the machine. “We’re ready for another pulse!”

“Good, then start!”

They rumbled away from the casing, and a blast of energy coursed up the projection that was generating the portal, and it brightened.

“Everyone move out!”

They began to move forward, and transform. In just a moment the grasses shrank into the ground and became hard asphalt, light posts, and traffic lights.

Simon looked around them. “We’re home.”

“No, we’re not.”

Harland was still standing there. “It’s just the beginning. It’s still not strong enough for anything to stick yet. If I go straight through the portal, I won’t make it through, or I’ll end up caught between two worlds, like the creature you saw.”

“What’s the point then? If you come through like some kind of monster, what’s the point?”

The Captain just shook his head.

“Come on, I can have a fleet here before you know it.”

“Sorry, Michael,” said Harland. “This is likely our last chance, this or the next pulse. The projector is dying.” He moved forward and began to push his head through the portal.

“Don’t.”

“I have to try.”

Harland pushed himself into the portal, climbing through, Michael and Simon could see him transforming into the ravenous toothy body of a major slobbering monster on the other side. On this side, his feet kicked and swayed and pushed, and his arms flailed to keep hold of the edge of the portal, which of course there wasn’t one.

“Good, he’s getting even uglier now…”

Michael leaped at Harland, and grabbed him by the foot, but could only hold on, finding himself hoisted up into the air. His feet couldn’t touch the ground, so instead of pulling, he just wiggled there, hoping to latch onto something by accident.

Simon transformed and then soared into the air and landed next to Michael, who while holding onto one of Harland’s feet, and losing the battle and began to slide through the portal. He screamed, and Simon watched as Michael’s right arm turned into a wild explosion of spaghetti as it went through to the other side.

Simon jumped up and tore at Harland, and got pulled up like a rag doll, too close to the portal for comfort, and let go, falling to the ground.

Harland stepped through with a sort of sticky squeaking spurt, and Michael fell through with him, getting turned into what looked like a wet slop of raw hamburger. Simon jumped, and grabbed at Michael, pulling him back through. They fell to the ground with a whump and looked back and watched as Harland, now through to the other side looked closer to a gelatin-based dinosaur with fangs than his usual self. Harland roared, and cocked his neck, yelling into the night sky on the other side.

Simon stood up.

“Now what?”

“We go back through.”

“What?”

“I saw it, you were mutating just like that guy was, worse!”

“It’s okay, We’ve got these.”

Michael reached behind him and touched the line that connected him to the interdimensional bullwhip. When he touched it, it fell back into his hands, and he reached back to whip it forward. Are you coming?

Simon pulled his and feeling that connection to the other side through it, that safe path, they both pulled their whips back in time to hear a great thud, a crack, and the portal snapped shut before them.

“Crap!”

Michael looked around. Simon was already on top of the portal generator, tearing into it.

He pulled off the side and looked in.

No circuits.

He scrambled around, looking for anything that he was familiar with.

Michael jumped up on the generator and just sat there.

“Alien technology,” he said.

Simon looked up from it all.

“You never know what you’re going to get.”

Simon yelled and threw a part of the machine fifteen yards away. Around them, the people and animals once perched on the hill, ready for battle, began to fade in and out like a great jackpot light exploding for the winners.

“What’s happening?”

“I’ll bet it’s similar on the other side, but now it’s a much larger problem.”

Michael kicked the machine and jumped off of it. He peered in. “Looks like Aztec stuff.”

Simon wasn’t bothered to be surprised at this.

“All physical, no circuit boards, nothing like that. It’s all put together with stone and magic.”

“So?”

Simon let out a deep breath like he’d been holding it for several minutes or more.

“It means there’s no way back.”

Simon transformed into himself from the creature version of himself.

“Never?”

“Never.”

What troops remained came down the mountain at them in a giant volley. Michael watched them winking in and out of existence like he imagined that his world was beginning to do. He ought to be seeing a McDonald’s or a Buick anytime now, flying through the air to squash them.

They came down the mountain, and Simon was ready for a fight. He transformed into the monster and jumped at the attacking soldiers, tearing one of them apart in the air before he came back down to the ground.

Michael thought about it for a moment, ignoring the onslaught of warriors and wondered if it was worth telling Simon that it wasn’t worth it, that they were stuck for good, and that’s all there was to it. He pushed up onto the projector and closed his eyes sitting on top of it. He imagined the warriors diverting their attention to Simon, and leaving him alone like he wasn’t there. He could see them in his mind, throwing their spears and daggers, and them slicing just by his head without hitting him at all. He opened his eyes and watched as one slipped by his nose, on it’s way to a nearby patch of bluish grassy land. He watched around him, in a peaceful state, almost in slow motion, and thought about how this was all going right now. They weren’t trapped, they weren’t besieged, they weren’t about to die, five minutes on this alien world. He opened his eyes. It was all still true. He closed his eyes again, and imagined them back in his office, pouring cups of coffee and getting straws for the zombie brothers. That was a good thought. He concentrated on the smells and the tastes and the textures, of the feeling of slipping back into his chair again, with all of this behind him.

Simon punched his way through the body after body, but they began to pummel him, coming at him from far too many directions. He lurched with one punch and then got caught off balance by another, and down he went, and then they piled on top of him. They couldn’t hurt him beyond a scratch. He was healing faster than they could hurt him, but they were keeping him pretty well pinned to the ground now.

Michael watched, but in his mind, it wasn’t happening to him. He was safe. He closed his eyes again. One way or another this would soon be over.

He could feel the whip and snick of weapons sliding by him, thudding into the generator beneath him, and knocking chunks of stone out of the design of it. One of the chips of a rock hit Michael in the face. He told himself it was the portal reopening again and concentrated on that thought.

“What happened?” It was the President.

“I don’t know,” said Fred. Moxie was at his side.

They were standing on the little bridge of the President’s attack shuttle.

Below them, they could hear the scream of Harland’s new lease on life as what looked like a giant rubber monster, half dinosaur, and half moldy bread. It was an awesome sight.

He came up out of the crater of the Sublight group’s building and bellowed with rage and a lot of misunderstanding. There was a crash behind him, and the entire building crumbled after a giant explosion that rocked the land for miles around. It wasn’t a full nuclear explosion, but the cloud of dust and gas rising from the epicenter was a magnificent mushroom. As it cleared, Harland pushed his way up through the rubble, grabbed a nearby army airborne in one clawed hand and gutted him down whole, then bellowed again as he pushed his way out of the crater.

“What the hell is that thing?”

“Sir?” it was an officer.

The President ignored him.

“Sir?” there was a more thoughtful, and respectful tone in his voice.

“What is it?”

“They’re gone.”

Everyone looked up.

“The portal, it’s closed.”

“Lost on the other side of who knows where the hell.”

Moxie was smiling.

“What?”

“He’ll make it. He always does.”

“Moxie I…,” said Fred. “You know I love you.”

“I know, and I love you Fred, but I can just tell, he’s okay.”

An explosion rocked the ship. Everyone fell over. Moxie and Fred slid to the edge, and almost out. The President held onto the console, and soldiers slipped in every direction.

“How do you know?” He was yelling at her over the sound of the explosions outside as the ship righted itself.

“I just know, you know that.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We gotta go look for him!”

They stood up on the edge, looking down into the pockmarked land below them, and the big dinosaur-creature that seemed to be eating a tank for breakfast, one that was currently firing at him from its uprighted position.

“Moxie, do you still love him?”

“Of course I do.”

Fred’s face fell.

“Just not the way that I love you.”

“Is face lightened.” He felt stupid for doubting her.

“How do we do it? We’ll have to trace him.”

“Do you have a sample?”

“Of course I do.”

She pulled from a small slot on her wristband’s watch, a tiny vial with a drop of blood in it.

“How did you get that?”

“You don’t want to know, Yes I got one of yours too.”

Fred just gave up and waited on it. They hadn’t tracked anyone like this in a while. Tracing his DNA across the galaxy would burn out her battery at best. She’ll have to be right the first time.

She dropped it in a little slot and pressed a button that broke the glass of the tiny vial and soaked in the drop of blood.

Her wrist band was still chewing on it when another explosion in the air rocked them again and they both went tumbling out into the air towards the ground.

“Guys!” The President was all alone on his little bridge. He thumped the counter, and his hand fell off. He looked around to see if anyone noticed, and then reattached it, and programmed himself to forget that it ever happened.

Fred and Moxie fell.

The air whistled around them.

They looked into each other’s eyes as the air rushed past them.

He clasped her hand, pulled her to himself, and kissed her.

While they were doing that, heading for the ground at terminal velocity, her wristband beeped, they had a match. She reached out, not opening her eyes, and not stopping the kiss, and pressed the button. They both disappeared in a flash of purple light right before hitting the ground.

There was a flash to their left, Simon didn’t notice it, but Michael did.

He opened his eyes.

“Moxie.”

Michael turned around, and Fred and Moxie were standing there.

Simon was still killing little blue guys with more arms than they required.

Michael jumped for Moxie, who was about to get hit with a flying dagger, and they tumbled to the ground.

Fred stood over them and then gave them both thumbs up.

“Simon!”

Simon turned around and without question jumped for them. Daggers plunged into his back. First one, then ten, then twenty. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He fell in on them, his body protecting them from even more damage.

“Fred, get us back!” said Moxie.

Fred reached out and making sure everyone had a hand on him or the other way around, he hit his wristband and brought them all back with the feature that always kept their last location, or at least the one that kept dragging them back towards the burger joint.

They rolled into the dust near the crater and looked up. The President’s ship was right on top of them.

“Get on board!”

They all jumped on, dragging Simon’s body with them.

The ship sailed back into the sky.

“Oh Simon!” said Moxie. A tear was in her eye.

“Quick, let’s get these daggers out of him,” said Michael

They turned him over, which wasn’t all that easy.

Fred and Michael did the heavy pulling, tossing the daggers aside, but Moxie helped get some of the larger pieces out of him. His eyes looked dead, pale and silvery, then he opened them.

Moxie screamed, and Fred stood up with a sort of a yelp.

Simon groaned, and turned over again, and pushed himself up into a crawl. Moxie watched as his skin curled and peeled and began to stitch itself back together. Soon he was standing, and the color came back into his eyes.

He looked around, blinking. “What happened?”

“We’re back.”

“We made it?”

Michael looked around. “Yeah, we made it, thanks to these guys.”