“And yet you’ve brought him over here in your mind,” said Pandora, “He’s not in your stomach, like you’ve explained that you wanted him to be, but he’s been there in your eyes every day that I’ve known you. You looked so distant at Bob’s party that I really felt for you,” said Pandora.

“Thank you for being a friend. It’s felt so good to have somebody I can talk to about this,” said Trudi.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t even remotely disapprove of your kitchen based yearnings in any way. In fact, you’ve awakened something in me just by telling me about it,” said Pandora.

“Do you mean you’d want to do that to Bob?”

“Not to him, no. We’ve been too attached for too long for me to think of spoiling all that for the sake of one shrunken meal. But if I could find someone else, a younger man, and if it were possible to make him small enough to eat, like you keep wishing, then I could gobble down the younger man in my house, and Bob would be none the wiser in his. It would be a perfect case of having my cake and eating him,” said Pandora.

“Well obviously I wouldn’t think to judge you either. It sounds dreamy!” said Trudi.

“So what are you going to do about your Irish admirer?” asked Pandora.

“I guess I’ve got to go back and find him, haven’t I? It’s not as if I was running away to this country, to get away from him. I’d already planned this as a career move, after my last stint on ‘Mountains Family’. But I have been using it in an attempt to avoid him. After that guest spot on ‘Romance Hotel’, I haven’t had any more calls for acting work. I guess I’ll make use of this hiatus and try to track down Murray somehow.”

What Pandora was unaware of was that Murray was living as an honorary leprechaun in their hidden town. Circumstances had seen him shrunken to the very size that would have made him an appealing dinner time conquest for either Pandora or Trudi, and could no longer continue taking his chances amongst regular sized Irish society.

Trudi and Pandora promised to stay in touch with eachother. Trudi booked a flight to Ireland and a room at the Irish village hotel, which had been doing well since the D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY) organization had put an end to its erstwhile owner using it to lure tourist into the dimension shifting trap that used to take the village to the awaiting native giantesses to be caught and eaten.

When she got there, Trudi was acutely aware that, when she had disconnected her old home phone number and sold the house in order to take up residence in the United States, she had removed any opportunity for Murray to contact her. He could be anywhere now, and statistically, her chances of locating him were almost negligible. However, so strong was the desire to swallow him whole during her every waking hour, that she was determined to find him.