When Alex was a safe distance from the Blank Canvas he released the cubist and heaved a long sigh.
The man extended a painted hand. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Next to them, a grinning Bartholomew was getting his own friendly slap on the back. Alex winked at him.
“Soy Miguel, and you two?”
“Alex. And that dude grinning like a pup is Bartholomew.”
Miguel nodded. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
His friend looked Alex and B-3 up and down. “Strange clothes. Are you of Surrealia?”
Alex shook his head. “Earth of course.”
Miguel tilted his head to one side, confused. “Earth. I know it not. It must be…” He paused mid-sentence and turned his head right. His friend followed suit and then both stared into the white chasm.
An eerie silence overtook the gathered crowd. Painted eyes glazed
