Chapter 3

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Hiding under his workbench, Ichik watched in baffled silence as the three figures argued.

"'Snow' I said; zap us somewhere where we can have freakin' snow for Christmas!"

The tallest one spoke; "looks like the rainforest."

A smaller, black-haired man bowed his head; "my vessel has been unwell, and so my compass is a little - off. I believe we have travelled in time as well as distance."

"Off?" snorted the fierce man; "I ask for snow an' I get some friggin' prehistoric swamp with spiders that can bench-press a freight train!"

Another blinding flash and the three men vanished.

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