You’re the girlfriend,’ Jon slurred drunkenly from the couch when Samantha appeared silently in the doorway of the living room and removed her sun...lasses. Sam just nodded. They were in his shitty rundown apartment in a particularly seedy downtown neighborhood. He didn’t wonder how or why she’d gotten there or why she was wearing a platinum blonde wig. He might have thought he was dreaming or hallucinating. Jon was drunk and/or high and looked like shit, which means he looked just like what she. Even when we beat drums in the mouth of the cave, there was no answering rumble within its depths.“I should probably go have Christmas with Mandy’s parents. They always seem to want me around,” Merv said. “Time masters, drum me home.” We all stared at him.“Uh, Merv, we can’t take you back to Christmas,” Phile said.“Grandfather, I drove from Lame Deer to Laramie on Christmas Day. You weren’t there,” Mandy said. “I told Mom you’d met up with some men who were going on a spirit quest and would. Once again Grace had performed a miracle, for Ashley this time. Shewas very distinguished with her straight nose and rakish mustache.With lifts in her Gucci loafers, a man's brown wig, and paddedshoulders on her Armani suit, Ashley Vaughn was tall, dark andhandsome. Her crisp white shirt and Hermes tie peeked above thelapels of her black cashmere topcoat. A $100 tip to the head of thecostume department had worked wonders.As for Sandy, he was radiant in the same little black dress he hadworn. .Eh, fuck it.I pulled my mask down and called out, "Nurse? I need a nurse, please!"Raspy, but not painful. Still enough to make a decent noise. That's a good sign, right? If I was unable to make a sound at all, that would mean I was in here for way longer than I should have. Guess that means I haven't been here that long.It took about a minute of me shouting before someone went in to check on me. Well, it'd be more accurate to say that a nurse barged in my door with a panicked look in her.