I wasn't on Earth. It was that simple.Once I knew I was someplace else, I spent some time staring at the moon. Yeah, after a while I could see that it...was different. It was odd that I'd never noticed it before. The color was slightly off, and the dispersion pattern of ejecta on the surface looked different. I guess I had just never really looked. When was the last time you really looked at the moon?Once I figured that much out, I got to work on a sundial and an observatory. The observatory was. This generated a few more new observations, as he grew morecomfortable with the deluge of feeling hitting him for the first time inhowever long. First, his hair was much longer than he normally wore it.No cause for concern, he obviously had not had the services of a barberfor quite some time. The second was the bed was really high, as only histoe touched the floor. As he slid forward and let his feet touch the ground, he stood up.Whatever slick feeling, apparently open bottom garment he was. There were twelve girls in the chorus line. They did one routine after the other, working in perfect synchrony, kicking their legs and twisting their bodies as though they were one person. Even their faces looked similar, the same shade of lipstick, the same dab of rouge on each cheek, each girl wearing the same sequined costume. For the first time Rita was convinced she was as good a dancer as anyone, certainly as good as any of these girls on the stage with her.As usual the club was crowded,. 'That thought caused her to feel annoyed. She loved sex to the degree that even thinking she may have missed being fucked, or even raped, while she was unconscious and hadn't been able to enjoy it, made her feel a bit ... sulky.Frowning, Béla twisted and stretched to get more comfortable. She didn't remember the bed being this lumpy. More awake now, she looked to see what was underneath her. The lumpy thing she was lying on was her sister, Elaine. Elaine was asleep. Dried blood streaked her.