LNH: The Alt.Riders #35

Jamas Enright thad at eyrie.org
Sun Apr 17 01:37:42 PDT 2005

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                         "A Moment of Blue"

     Dva took a fighting stance. "You shall not pass!" The energy beam
smashed a path through, sending Dva flying through the air...
     Agent aimed his gun. "Rick, don't make me do this!" Agent fired,
tears running down his face with every shot...
     "Cower mortals, for this is the reign of Disco!" Flipside cackled
madly as the Alt.Riders got down and boogied...
     The Net.Elementalist rose on a column of fire, power bursting from
his hands to incinerate all around him. "I have become Death, destroyer of
worlds!" Beneath him, the entire world burned...
     Marsha looked at Missy, shock evident on her face. "You're

     Barry looked around cautiously. "Did any of that actually happen?" he
     Rick shook his head. "Nope. Well, just that last part."
     Rotanna sighed. "I see your Writer is just as bad as ours."
     "What are you people talking about?" asked Marsha.
     "Never mind," Barry said. "Just remember that we are in the
Alt.Riders cafeteria, and Rotanna has just arrived to tell us that one of
us has been infected by a parasite that invaded this world via the
dreamlands. On top of which, Missy announces she's pregnant, which
indicates that she's the one who has been infected." [This is, of course,
how _The Alt.Riders #34_ ended - Footnote Girl]
     "I know that," replied Marsha. "It only happened a second ago."
     "Ah, yes, of course, please forget I said anything," Barry said.
     "I'm trying to as we speak," Marsha returned, before focusing back on
Missy. "You're pregnant? How long?"
     "About nine months ago," Missy replied.
     "What? You're due? Any idea when?"
     Missy blinked. "Due? Not for three more months or so."
     "Alien biology," Agent interrupted. "A one year gestation period.
Well, learn something new every day."
     "Except," Rotanna said, speaking with emphasis, "that it's a parasite
that invaded this world and must be accordingly dealt with."
     "Which means what exactly?" Rick asked.
     "To be...extracted, and removed from this dimension," Rotanna
     Missy frowned. "Do you mean...kill?"
     Rotanna drew a breath. "If necessary, yes, but that would be the
second option."
     "I not want my child dead," Missy said.
     "I don't think it is your child," Agent said. "Not if Rotanna is
     "And I am," Rotanna said quickly.
     Agent looked over to her. "How do you want to proceed?"
     Before Rotanna could say anything, black suited men burst into the
room, quickly fanning out to surround them all.
     "*I* have immediate cease and desist papers," a voice said. "No
action will be taken unless under our guidance, and we have strict
instructions on this matter."
     "Oh no," said Barry, burying his face in his hands.
     "It's nice to see you too," came the reply, as the owner of the voice
stepped into the room. Allen Knewbee, a.k.a. Faq Boy, handed Rotanna a
piece of paper. "Please, my dear, just back off and leave this to us."
     Rotanna's face darkened. "What does any of this have to do with you?
This is Dreamland business, of which I am the ruler here."
     "But this is no longer the Dreamland, and as such, no longer your
domain. You'll find all our papers in order, and you are welcome to lodge
any formal process with our offices." Snapping his fingers, the black
suited figures converged on Missy.
     "Stay away from her!" Rick yelled, reaching out with elongating arms
to slap the men away.
     "Don't touch them!" Agent yelled in reply, causing Rick to
immediately jerk away from the men, and causing Marsha and Barry to freeze
as they started to rise. "Those are anti-harassment suits, touch them and
you'll be in prison deeper than even a President's Pardon could free you
     Missy only showed confusion as the men hauled her to her feet, and
then began to lead her away. "I no want to go."
     "You don't have a choice," Allen said. "We require you for studying,
and have all the legal papers for doing so."
     Rotanna was scanning the papers. "This is just a preliminary holding
order," she said. "You can't keep Missy with this."
     "For now," Allen replied. "But give us a day, and then we'll have
Missy owned, lock, stock and barrel."
     As the black suited men filed out, Allen retrieved a final piece of
paper, and slapped it on the cafeteria door. "Don't try to follow us," he
said. "Not that you could do so." Then he turned and left.
     "The hell was that about?" Marsha asked.
     Rick walked towards the door, but slowed and stopped. "Eh? Why can't
I follow them?"
     "That's a restraining order," Agent said, pointing to the paper on
the door. "Blocks anyone from coming within a certain distance of them.
Once they're out of the area, we'll be fine."
     "Lawyers," Rotanna spat. "They've got no right."
     Agent sighed. "Unfortunately, right has nothing to do with it. They
have legality, which is more powerful."
     "So we stop them, right? Get Missy back?" Rick said.
     "It's not that easy, but there are options," Agent said. Turning to
Rotanna he asked, "Does this parasite have a time limit we can get rid of
it in?"
     Rotanna nodded. "Yes, but I'm not sure we need to worry just yet. Now
I know how it's trying to get in, and through who, I can sort out properly
how to remove it. Any time before Missy gives birth and we'll be fine.
Although I am worried about the fact that Missy thinks of it as her
     "Is the parasite dangerous?" Rick asked.
     "Possibly," Rotanna said. "Until I can run proper scans over it, I
won't know for sure, but by the method of its intrusion, it's unlikely to
be beneficial."
     Rotanna started for the door. "You get Missy back, and I'll set up
the final pieces of equipment." However, before she could leave, she
stopped. "Damn, that thing's still in effect," she said, waving at the
restraining order.
     "Care for a cup of coffee?" Agent offered.


The limousine raced through the streets of Sin.ci.net.ty, quickly reaching
the edge of the city, then out beyond.
     Inside, Allen sipped at a long flute of champagne, barely
acknowledging the creature beside him. As he settled in for the long
drive, he tried to remember why the jet wasn't available.
     "Where we go?" Missy asked.
     "It would be better if you didn't ask questions," Allen replied,
still not looking at her.
     "I ask questions," Missy said simply.
     Allen turned to offer her a quick smile, not at all comforting. "I'm
sure you do. But not now."
     "Is it about my child?"
     Allen sighed. "Yes. But it isn't your child. It's ours."
     Missy frowned. "It mine."
     "Not once we've finished, it won't be."
     "Why you want?"
     "Our mystical scans picked up on your presence. Unfortunately, while
you were in prison we couldn't get to you. Now however..."
     "I won't let you."
     The last was said quietly, but it got Allen's attention. "And what do
you think you can do to stop us?"
     "Not me."
     The last thing Allen remembered was 'blue'.


"So, can we track them?" Agent asked. Rotanna had finally been able to
leave (after declining Agent's coffee), and now they turned their
attention to finding Missy.
     "Well, we know Allen works for the Conspiracy Corporation now," Rick
said [Established in _The Alt.Riders #29_ - Footnote Girl]. "So presumably
we could just contact them."
     "I hardly think they're likely to be forthcoming," Marsha said.
"They're about as publicly open as Queen Enterprises was."
     "It's not like she has a tracking device planted in her," said Agent,
before staring into space.
     "We are not having sub-dermal implants!" Marsha said quickly.
     "Fine, fine, just a thought," Agent said. "Maybe we can get some
satellite to scan for alien life signs."
     "Or a mystic detector," Barry said after a moment.
     "When we were in Net.York," he said slowly. "We took a mystic scan to
see what we could find. And Missy showed up on it."
     "A mystical pregnancy? That's can't be good," said Rick.
     "It's not like it's the baby of two vampires or anything," Barry
said, drawing blank looks. "Okay, blame Joe for that. Anyway, the point
is, although she has become a mystic hotspot, I doubt it's that much of a
problem, and it gives us a way to track her."
     "Right," Agent said decisively. "You and Rick get on that. You can
fly after her."
     "And us?" Marsha asked.
     "I think it's time you called upon your mother," said Agent, to
Marsha's obvious puzzlement.


The Net.Elementalist flew through the air, shaking the device he held in
his hand, trying to ignore the cape fluttering off his back. "This doesn't
seem to be working any better."
     "Still no distinct reading?" the cape asked.
     "Not yet, but that's impos..." Distracted by something, the
Net.Elementalist drew to a halt in the air, lagging his fall to a crawl.
"I think we should check that out first."
     "What?" asked the cape, otherwise known as Morph. "Remember, I don't
have eyes like this."
     "There's some kind of crater down there, on the outskirts of town,"
the Net.Elementalist replied. "I think it might be related."
     "Really?" said Morph. "Anything about it in particular?"
     "It's blue."
     Descending through the air, the Net.Elementalist was about to make
out more details. The crater was only a few car lengths in diameter, and
there was a car, a limousine, in the middle of it. And the crater, the
dirt and the car, was, as he had seen, blue. He wasn't sure if it was
paint or something else.
     In some ways, he hoped it wasn't something else, as the other
'something else' ideas he had weren't nice ones.
     Touching down, Morph leapt off the Net.Elementalist's back to land in
his normal form beside him. "Any signs of life?"
     The Net.Elementalist shrugged. "Only just got here." Raising the
device in his hand, he took a sweep of the area. "Low level residual
mysticism here. But not the source."
     "You think Missy did this?"
     "Let's find out, shall we?"
     Walking to the door of the limo, the Net.Elementalist tapped on the
window, but got no reaction. "Flame." Tracing his finger in a circle, the
Net.Elementalist melted a section of the window out of the way.
     Inside the car was normal, in that it wasn't blue, but there was
clearly something wrong as the one occupant was unconscious. Recognizing
Allen, the Net.Elementalist snapped "Check the driver," before melting
away more of the door.
     Eventually the door was clear enough to allow the Net.Elementalist
inside. "Allen. Allen, are you all right?" The Net.Elementalist reached
out to his dimensional twin, but drew back. If something had happened,
moving him might make it worse.
     However, Allen started stirring at the Net.Elementalist's voice, so
the Net.Elementalist decided it was safe to help him sit up properly.
     "Allen, what happened?"
     Allen placed the palm of his hand against his forehead. "She did
     "Missy? What!? How?"
     "The being inside her. It's starting soon."
     "No, we've got a few months yet."
     "It's nearly finished binding itself to this plane of existence,"
Allen said. "Once that is done, it'll be too late."
     "That's what we've been trying to do," the Net.Elementalist replied.
"That's why Rotanna was there. To help get rid of this thing."
     "You've got to find her, Barry. Find her and stop her, while you
     "We're trying to. We're having problems tracking her."
     Allen grimaced. "Well, I'm sure you'll do your best." He waved the
Net.Elementalist away. "Get on after her. I'll be fine."
     "So will the driver," Morph said, startling the Net.Elementalist. He
hadn't heard Morph join them.
     "Go after her. Find her," Allen said.
     The Net.Elementalist nodded, and stepped out of the car. Morph
returned to his position draped over the Net.Elementalist's shoulders. A
moment later, they were gone.
     "Yes, go find her," Allen repeated. "For us."


"I definitely do not see this as a good idea," Marsha said, pulling at the
cuff of her white shirt in an attempt to straighten an already perfectly
straight sleeve.
     "It's a brilliant idea," replied Agent, who was still in his normal
everyday casual clothes. "How else should we fight lawyers, except with
other lawyers."
     "Our family lawyers," hissed Marsha, glancing around the pristine
white waiting room, taking in the tastefully artful decorations (which
included the extremely fit and somewhat vapid receptionist), "are hardly
in the same league as that kind we're dealing with."
     "I thought the Burgenstock name pulled a lot of weight."
     "Not really in the corporate world. If there was a country club you
wanted into, then I can help."
     "Well, in that case-"
     The receptionist interrupted them at that point. "Mr. Marshall will
see you now," he said. "Just down the hall, first on the right."
     Marsha stood, gave the receptionist a tight smile, briefly checked to
make sure her skirt was fine, then set out for the office, Agent following
     "What's Mr. Marshall like?" Agent asked.
     Marsha shrugged as she walked. "No idea. Never met our lawyers
     Whatever Marsha was expecting, it wasn't the figure behind the desk
who stood to greet them. Mr. Marshall held out his hand, teeth grinning,
but Marsha didn't take it nor offer a smile of her own. Mr. Marshall's
attitude faltered, but he quickly recovered. "Please, take a seat," he
offered, retreating behind his desk. "It's not often we have the daughter
of one of our finest clients come to visit us."
     Marsha sat, stiffly, watching Mr. Marshall carefully. As Agent sat
down in a chair next to her, he gave her a sharp look. "Pull yourself
together," he hissed just loud enough for only Marsha to hear.
     If Marsha was one to growl, she would have done so now. She took in
Mr. Marshall, with his large physique and perfect form that spoke of hours
spent in a gym, as opposed to a golf course. She took in his carefully
pressed suits and equally carefully clipped nails. Most of all, she took
in his dark skin, and felt the rage inside her burn.
     "What can I do for you today?" Mr. Marshall asked.
     "Don't try to suck up to me," Marsha snarled.
     Mr. Marshall opened and closed his mouth, clearly not expecting this
reaction, and looked to Agent for help.
     "What I think Ms Burgenstock is trying to ask for," Agent said,
glaring at Marsha, "is for legal help in securing the rights of a friend."
     Aside from nervous glances at Marsha, Mr. Marshall tried to keep
focused on Agent. "And who is this friend? An illegal alien?"
     "Something like that," said Agent. "Very much an alien. 'Illegal' is
a somewhat tricker concept."
     "Well, let us worry about that part of it," Mr. Marshall said,
letting slip a smile.
     "You cocky little shit," Marsha spat.
     Agent spun to Marsha, ignoring Mr. Marshall's shocked expression.
"Would you like to take this outside?" he hissed at her quietly.
     "I'm not scared of him," Marsha whispered back, vehemence in her
     "No-one said you were," Agent replied, not quite sure where this
conversation was going. "But you're not helping."
     Marsha turned the full force of her anger onto Agent. "I don't care,"
she enunciated.
     Agent saw the anger, but didn't rise to it. "Send Peter in," he said.
     "That is an order," Agent said firmly.
     Marsha stood, didn't look at Mr. Marshall, and strode out the door.
     "Is there something I-?" Mr. Marshall started to ask, but stopped as
Agent held up his hand.
     A moment later, footsteps announced another entrance, but this one
was of a man in a blue suit with soundwave piping. He took the seat Marsha
had been in, and gestured for Agent to continue.
     "Right," said Agent, turning back to Mr. Marshall and acting like
nothing had happened. "Now, our friend is an actual alien."
     "From Mex.ico? Eur.io.pea?"
     "From another planet."
     Mr. Marshall looked back and forth from Agent to Peter. "Now, please
excuse me if I'm a bit slow on the uptake here." He gestured to Peter. "I
can see this is superhero business, and that there is something odd going
on here, but is this really about someone from another planet?"
     "Yes," replied Agent. "And she's been kidnapped by the Conspiracy
Corporation. We want you to help us get her back."
     "The...the Consp...the Conspiracy Corporation?" Mr. Marshall finally
got out.
     "Is there a problem?" Agent asked mildly.
     "Now...we...the Conspiracy Corporation...we can't..."
     "I think we can. In fact, I insist on it."
     Mr. Marshall's mouth continued to flap but nothing came out. Much to
his surprise.
     "Thank you," Agent nodded at Peter before turning back to Mr.
Marshall. "You are a lawyer. You have connections. And you have a lot of
money backing you. Will there be a problem?" Agent asked. "Just shake your
     Mr. Marshall quickly shook his head.
     "Right, then let's talk," Agent said, before leaning forward and
grinning unpleasantly. "Before I asked Marsha to come back in..."


Missy looked up from the book she was reading, a sense of disgust filling
her mind. She knew this world and its people were different, but she
hadn't realized just how different.
     With a trembling hand, she reached for the next biology book, and
quickly flicked through the pages. Yes, this was the same.
     How did they do it? How could they survive with such a perverted
sense of what was right? How could any species reproduce in that way?
     This was the final moment, now she knew. She had hoped that it
wouldn't turn out to be necessary, but now she had no choice.
     She had to return home.


"Damn!" the Net.Elementalist swore.
     "Do you find something?" Morph asked.
     "Briefly. There was a definite trace, but now it's gone." The
Net.Elementalist shook the device. It didn't help that they could only
broadly focus on Missy's mystical signature, and had already tracked down
a few false positives.
     "This is getting us nowhere," Morph said. "We should head back to
base. See if we can refine the signal, or something."
     The Net.Elementalist sighed. "I guess so. It's just frustrating."
     "I understand. Come on, let's go."
     Arcing through the air, the Net.Elementalist aimed for Sin.ci.net.ty
and whatever waited there.


"Will it work?" Peter asked, as they left the lawyer's offices.
     "It had better," Agent growled, not happy with the piece of paper in
his hand, but it was the best they had been able to pull off.
     "Marhsa's pissed."
     "She shouldn't have acted like that. I realize she has problems, but
she should be more professional than that."
     "With you."
     Agent met this revelation with silence.
     "Where to?"
     "Back to headquarters," Agent said quietly. "See if the others have
found anything."


Rotanna sat in the Alt.Riders' headquarters cafeteria, now with a cup of
coffee. Captain Cleanup sat across from her, with his own mug.
     "...and then there was this time Squidman," Rotanna was saying,
before pausing. "Now, you have to remember that he was never that good at
chess, but this time he gets caught up by that maneouvre where you get
caught by the queen and the bishop in about the third move?" Captain
Cleanup nodded, already grinning. "Now, he had been playing against-"
     In a moment of blue, they were joined by a third figure, namely the
member of the alien Chub race known as Missy.
     "What? Where did you...?" Rotanna asked, startled.
     "Where are others?" Missy asked.
     "They're not here. But you have to come with me," Rotanna said.
     "No! You not take my child!"
     "Rotanna," Captain Cleanup warned, seeing Rotanna about to pounce.
     "You've been infected by a parasite from some other dimensional
plane," Rotanna said, trying to keep herself calm. "Do you know what that
     "I ask her to," Missy replied.
     Rotanna looked at her, puzzled. "What?"
     "She was sad. I ask her to be with me. She accept."
     "You...spoke with this being?"
     Missy hesitated. "Yes. Maybe."
     Probably meant that the communication wasn't at a vocal level,
Rotanna thought. Which further meant that the parasite probably influenced
her thinking.
     "That parasite cannot exist here. It doesn't belong in this
dimension," Rotanna said carefully. "Do you want it to be somewhere it
shouldn't be?"
     "She didn't have anyone," Missy said quietly. "She was so lonely. She
asked us. I said yes."
     "It wasn't real, whatever it was," Rotanna said. "Whatever this
creature was, it influenced you. It can't be trusted."
     "She can!" Missy yelled, getting up and backing away from Rotanna.
     "Missy, please, we can help," Rotanna said, rising herself. Her hand
reflexively gripped something, perhaps a spear, but not something visible,
whatever it was.
     "Please, Missy," Captain Cleanup added in. "Rotanna does want to
     "I just want to scan you," Rotanna said. "See what this parasite has
done to you."
     "She hasn't done anything!"
     "What's happening here?"
     Rotanna and Captain Cleanup turned to see the Net.Elementalist and
Morph entering the cafeteria. "I'm just trying to scan Missy," Rotanna
said. "Perhaps you can talk some sense into her."
     "You not take my child from me!" Missy yelled.
     "Missy," Morph said, immediately stepping towards her. "Calm down.
It's just a scan. You've taken plenty yourself."
     "She want to take child!"
     "No, she doesn't," Morph said, quickly firing a look at Rotanna
warning her not to interrupt. "Look, we're here now, nothing will happen
unless you say so. We're your friends."
     "Don't trust her," said Missy, looking at Rotanna.
     "Can one of us take the scan?" the Net.Elementalist asked Rotanna.
     Rotanna nodded. "It's the smaller device on the table," she said,
indicating the two items on the table she had been sitting at. "It's a
kind of psi-scan. Just run it over her, then bring it to me."
     The Net.Elementalist picked up the device, which resembled a joystick
on a large base which contain a screen for readouts. He slowly approached
Missy, who glared at Rotanna, but otherwise didn't move.
     Under Rotanna's instruction, the Net.Elementalist started the scan,
and waved the device over Missy's body. After a few moments, it beeped,
and the Net.Elementalist retreated carefully, before handing the scanner
to Rotanna.
     Taking the device, Rotanna quickly moved through the scans to the
ones that interested her the most. Frowning, she absently took a drink of
her now cold coffee while she pondered the results.
     "Well?" Morph asked.
     "These results," Rotanna said slowly. "They're unusual."
     "How so?"
     "They indicate the parasite has no moral polarity at all."
     "You can scan that?" the Net.Elementalist asked, surprised.
     Rotanna nodded. "Yes, it's possible to get a sense of Good or Evil,
but the parasite is completely neutral."
     "So you won't take child from me?" Missy asked.
     Flipping to another scan, Rotanna slumped her shoulders. "It's too
     "What do you mean?" Morph asked.
     "The parasite has already bonded completely with Missy. Which might
explain that flash of blue before."
     "So Missy did do that to the car," the Net.Elementalist said, sharing
a look with Morph.
     "Whatever is in Missy did that," Rotanna said. "I'm not sure what it
is, but it sounds like it has immense power. Even if it is amoral, it can
still be dangerous. Short of killing Missy, I can't do anything about the
parasite, and I won't do that. Make sure she, and it, are kept secure."
     "In which case, it sounds like she should be with us," a voice they
all recognized said. They all turned to see Allen, surrounded again by men
in black suits, standing in the doorway. "If you recall, she currently
belongs to us, and if you'll like to hand her over, we'll leave without
any more unpleasantness."
     "You're not taking her," Morph said. "Although, if I understand
properly, you couldn't keep her last time."
     "We've taken precautions," Allen said, as all the men around him
withdrew hypospray injectors. "Missy simply won't be conscious to cause a
     "Allen, this is not going to happen," the Net.Elementalist warned.
     "Barry, don't make this worse than it has to be," Allen sighed. "It's
for the best. And don't forget," he added, withdrawing paper from his
pocket, "we have the right."
     The Net.Elementalist opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
In fact, a wave of silence rolled over the whole room, leaving no-one with
the ability to say anything.
     "Oh, I think we have something to say about that," said Agent,
strolling into the room from behind Allen, followed by Dva, who was
concentrating fiercely.
     Extracting his own piece of paper, Agent held it up in front of
Allen. "This is a particular piece of legislation relating to aliens, by
which we mean creatures foreign to earth. They cannot be governed by any
of our laws, and so nothing your lawyers can pull together can relate to
     Reaching out, he touched his paper to Allen's, and they both vanished
in a flash of flame.
     "You may now leave," Agent said, snapping his fingers. Dva stopped
     "This isn't over," Allen snarled.
     "Flame," the Net.Elementalist said. "Yes it is."
     "You would attack me?" Allen said, affronted.
     "Don't make me have to."
     Allen assessed the situation, but knew there was nothing he could do.
"Fine," he said, snapping his own fingers. The men in suits quickly left
through the door. "You've won this round, but I think there will be more
rounds later."
     "Don't let the door hit you on the way out," Morph said.
     Throwing a last glare around the room, Allen turned on his heel and
strode out.
     "We really need to consider better security for this place," Agent
     "What was all that about aliens immune to our laws?" Morph said.
     "A little loophole we inserted," Agent said, "specifically about
aliens from Missy's planet. It won't last, but it works for now."
     "So we still need to keep protecting Missy?"
     "No." Missy's voice was quiet, but heard by all.
     "Um," said Rotanna. "There's nothing more I can do here. I will be
keeping an eye on the dreamlands to make sure the parasite doesn't
threaten that, but otherwise I'll...just, you know, leave you guys alone
for now," she said, grabbing her other device from the table.
     "I think I'll show you the way out," Captain Cleanup said, quickly
following Rotanna to leave the Alt.Riders alone.
     "Missy," Rick began. "They'll keep coming after you."
     "I leaving."
     There was another pause, which Agent finally broke. "What?"
     "I return home. Have child there," Missy said.
     "You can stay here," Rick said. "We can look after you."
     Missy shook her head. "No. This place wrong to birth child. Need be
     "What? If there's going to be problems with the birth, I'm sure
Organic Lass could help..."
     "No. Be home. Want home."
     "All right," said Agent, ending further conversation. "All right. I
understand. We could all do with a break," he added. "Prison. Mind
control. I think we could all do with some time to ourselves."
     "Yes," Peter agreed.
     "I go?" Missy asked.
     Agent nodded, then added, "You coming back?"
     Missy shrugged. "Will see."
     Rick reached over and hugged Missy. "Please come back."
     Barry also gave Missy a hug. "Be safe," he said.
     Peter hugged Missy, but didn't say anything. A moment later, Marsha
also hugged Missy, a tear in her eye.
     Then she turned, walked over to Agent, slapped him resoundedly on the
face, and strode out.
     "Um, what was that?" Rick asked.
     "Private business," Agent said, before turning and leaving himself.
     Barry shared a raised eyebrow with Rick, then shrugged. Turning to
Missy, he asked, "How will you get home?"
     Missy patted her stomach. "Child knows." And then she was gone.
     In a moment of blue.

NEXT ISSUE: Missy's gone. The Alt.Riders are split up. Jumping forwards,
we can catch up with them after their break, and be ready for the next
     Or we can find out "What I Did On My Holidays".

CREDITS: All mine, bar Rotanna who belongs to Dvandom and used with

NOTES: This issue didn't turn out how I expected. I thought it was going
to be a long story where Missy was with Allen and the others are trying to
find out. I write in a very linear way, and when I reached certain parts,
I just decided that what I had planned wasn't inspiring any ideas, so just
changed events on the fly. Still, I had a place to end up, so that worked
     I didn't want the ending to be emotional, because it's just a brief
break, right?

Jamas Enright
"Answers answered and questions questioned."
Homepage: http://www.eyrie.org/~thad/
Blue Light Productions homepage: http://www.eyrie.org/~thad/blip/

"If a great state has decided by law that twice two is five, it would be
foolish to allow mathematicians to testify." - Comment during the Scopes
Monkey Trial.

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