Not wanting to get side-tracked by a philosophical debate, Willek hurriedly went on to explain how the tragic news from Cerulea made Queen Mairhee understandably concerned for her own son's safety.
"That's when Toray came to the rescue, again. He knew, from his own education by clergy of the Great Parent, that there were many other worlds besides our own. Or, more precisely, _beside_ our own. Like a multiversal string of pearls...with no two pearls exactly alike!"
Toray had therefore suggested that Landor could be evacuated to one such parallel-world. At least, until his eighteenth birthday. Rojar and Vara could accompany him as both bodyguards and combat instructors. And, both boys could be provided with a special tutor!
"I, of course, was recruited for the latter position. And, on the designated day for departure, we assembled in the basement chapel of the Azuling embassy near King Golar's castle. The chaplain in residence chanted in unison with several siblings. And, moments later? An Aperture formed!"
Willek explained how that term technically referred to a bright yellow curtain of energy that was psychokinetically formed within a circular stone arch. But, that most non-Azulings referred to the arch, itself, by that name.
"In any event, we stepped through the Aperture, one by one. Emerging within a cave on a strange wooded hillside, overlooking an even stranger sight. Specifically; Goodson's 1997 Halloween Carnival!"
Sandy sat bolt upright: "Yeah! I remember that one. I came as the Disney version of Peter Pan, that year. Grandpa Doug came with me, dressed as Roy Rogers. And, you guys..."
"...looked like rejects from a Renaissance fair?" said Michael, finishing for her.
Sandy looked at him in shock, which caused him to smile as he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes.
"I never said that out loud!" she exclaimed: "How did you...?"
"Willek read it in your thoughts, at the time. That's how he also found out about the Amish and their customs. From reading your grandfather's mind."
Sandy shook her head, still a bit incredulous, despite everything she had been through so far, that night. Then, something occurred to her.
"Where are...?"
"Rojar and Vara," said Willek: "--or, rather, Martin and Lucy--were called to the police station to answer some questions concerning you, Landor, and Wesley Saxon. But, they have informed me, via parahedron, that they are now on their way home."
* * * * *
POLICE HEADQUARTERS,
GOODSON, CONNECTICUT
(FIVE MIN. EARLIER)
Wes, wearing a P.A.L. sweatsuit (due to his own clothes still being soaked with saliva), glared at Lucy and Martin Smith as they left the police station.*
"You got the stuff, George?" he asked into his cellphone (trying not to be overheard).
George Wiesel, his father's attorney, replied in the affirmative.
"I do wish you'd reconsider, though," he added: "I mean, if your father finds out..."
"...he'll also find out about that very pretty business major," replied Wes: "The one who's been profiting from all your insider stock tips. Emphasis on 'inside her!' Do I make myself clear, George?"
The much-harried lawyer sighed: "Yes, Wes! As clear as Waterford crystal."
Wes hung up and walked to where his friends had parked his Dodge Ram Charger. It had been a sixteenth birthday present from his father, who had joked about it being the only four-wheel drive vehicle named for two rival NFL teams!
"I'm gonna drop you four off back at school, alright? But, then, I'm turning around and heading straight back here."
"What the frig for, Wes?" asked his roommate (and favorite blocker) Biff Morgan.
"Let's just say I'm meeting someone who's gonna help me cut Smith and my ex-bitch down to size!"
And, with that, he started the ignition.
tbc
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
GOODSON ACADEMY GATEHOUSE,
(10:50 P.M./EST)
(10:50 P.M./EST)
Chapter End Notes:
* Police Athletic League