I fully intended to give Rowan the time and space he requested to adjust to his new second life, but it was hard. I managed to limit my messages to him to vital information, like newbie guides, and a time and place to meet on the day we'd agreed upon.
However, I did finally hear back from Zynthar, who invited me over to show off his new skybox. I think he was hoping for decorating ideas, but he got the whole drama of my week instead.
“Attempted alien abduction? You have the weirdest adventures when I’m not around,” he mused when I finally finished.
“That’s not what happened at all! Weren’t you listening?”
“I was! An elf came down in a space ship and attempted to carry you off. And now I’m a little disappointed you didn’t attempt the same with me when you first landed.”
I groaned, he laughed. “I am sorry about your parents and friends, though. You ok?”
“I . . . I don’t know. I’m sad, and I’m mad, and do you realize how many birthdays I’ve missed?”
“You’re definitely due a few cakes,” he agreed. “But why didn’t you just bring him here and show him the hole?” He waved his hand at the sky.
“ . . . What?”
“The space junk hole you came through.”
I gaped stupidly at him. “But - but you said that was one way!”
“Sure, but you didn’t have a space ship that came from 'out there.'”
I peered out the window, dismayed. It was too late for him to catch up to the ship.
Zynthar shrugged apologetically. “Don’t feel too bad. With all that debris, it would have been dangerous for a little shuttle, especially considering what it did to the main ship. You should have seen my beach when I got back, metal bits everywhere! But maybe he can get out that way when they come back. I’m more interested in these people he’s hanging out with. Are they hackers?”
“I decided it was safer not to ask. Oh, gods, I can’t believe it! I’m so dumb! I feel awful now.”
“It's just as well, I'd rather those people didn't know.”
“Afraid they’ll steal all your space junk?” I teased.
“If they’re smuggling stuff in or out of here, I don’t want them traipsing through my beach to do it.”
“Is it even on your property?”
“No, but I don’t want to draw official attention to the hole. And I’m not carrying anything through, I’m just collecting what does land on my property. If your castaway needs to go through to get home, that’s a one time thing, and that’s fine, but I don’t want a steady train of people. What I do want is a leather sofa that will fit on this wall but not block the window . . .”
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