Monkeewood part two
"I didn't do anything, Mr.
Tork."
"Nesmith."
"Mr. Nesmith. It simply
exists. I've been trying to get into that world for awhile now."
"Can't you just, you know,
go in?"
"You try." Mike eyed the
strange man skeptically. "Go on, try it." So Mike tried to go in the room, but
was startled when he found he could not. It was if a glass door was barricading
the room. He tried pushing through, but to no avail.
"Now I know how mimes feel."
Then a woman entered the
room from the other side. Mike recognized her as Julia from downstairs, surprised
to see her dressed as a maid now.
"I didn't know she was a
maid." Mike commented out loud.
"She isn't. She's a doctor."
"Then why-?"
"I told you this is *Parallel
Time*. We're all living different lives in another dimension, and this
room is some sort of portal into it."
"Uh huh. This sure is
stra-hey! That's Davy! Hey Davy!" He shouted as he saw his short friend come
into the room after Julia. This Davy was dressed differently though-he was
wearing a suit coat and tie, brown hair slicked back.
"He can't hear you."
Barnabas said impatiently.
"What-are-*you* doing-here?"
Julia the Maid glared at the new Davy. He smiled and smoothed his hair back.
"I wanted to meet this
Alexis woman everyone's been talking about. I hear she's a pretty startling
chick."
"Some things never change."
Mike commented, chuckling softly.
"Well, Angelique-I-mean *Alexis*
is out-with-Mr. Collins."
"You think she's really
Angelique, don't you?" He smirked cockily and looked up at the portrait of a
beautiful woman with blonde hair atop the fireplace.
"How the heck does Davy know
who these people are? I mean-" Mike was just as awestruck when Peter entered
the room too.
"We are requested at the
drawing room, David." Peter was also dressed in a suit and tie, and he
had glasses perched on his face.
"Just a moment, Dr.
Thorkelson."
"Dr. Thorkelson!? Peter, a
doctor? And why is his name Thorkelson? This is crazy. I'm hallucinating. Yeah,
that's right! Hallucinating." Mike began to laugh nervously. He glanced at
Barnabas, who was smiling and shaking his head. "I'm not hallucinating, am I?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr.
Nesmith."