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"And where would I go?" the man, Folken, asked with precise logic. Circe made a face and sat down on the floor to think it over. He remained sprawled on the ground, though he did straighten out his odd clothing and shifted to gain a more comfortable position.
"So? Go back to wherever that is," she replied at last.
"I'm dead." She stared at him in confusion. Carefully she looked him up and down, concluding that he wasn't transparent and nothing seemed to be on the verge of falling off due to decay.
"Well, damn. You sure don't look it." His expression didn't change, but she sensed the beginnings of exasperation.
"I assure you, I'm quite dead…or at least I was. Now I have no idea. May I ask again where we are?"
"You may."
"Where are we?" he asked with a sigh.
"The US, you're turn." He looked puzzled as he mouthed the name of her country. Suddenly he straightened up a look of wonder and anticipation naked on his face.
"The Mystic Moon? Truly?" he demanded urgently. She scooted away from him in alarm.
"I don't know what you're talking about, man, but this little planet here is Earth. We're not some sort of magical moon or whatever."
He shook his head and issued a soft chuckle. "Of course you wouldn't know. Quite intriguing."
A panicky scream broke through the disquieting silence. The man glanced around in surprise while Circe scrambled over to the phone.
"I'm fine Allara. See, alive. Sorry, gotta go. If you see my corpse on the six o'clock news than you were right. Bye." With that she slammed the phone down in its cradle and turned back to her uninvited guest. She found him standing by the closet and observing her with scientific interest.
"That device, what do you call it?"
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"Um…mom…dad…uh…this is Folken something I can't remember and…Allara and I kinda summoned him from the dead. Plus he was from another world and…I don't know how to get him back." Circe smiled cutely and then frowned. Her reflection frowned back in disgust. "They'll never buy it."
"Quite fascinating. You can access almost any civilization with a click of this…'mouse'. Ingenious." She rolled her gray-green eyes and went back to practicing how she was going to introduce her guest to her rather conservative parents. At least they wouldn't be back for a few hours and the Folken guy was busy using her computer to explore the 'net.
"I'm dead. They're gonna find my mutilated body hanging from the tree outside…or his," she muttered flopping backwards onto her bed. Something cracked as she hit the mattress and she found the remnants of her glass penguin collection. "Crap."
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