“Shall we take a seat?” No-Name enquired.
“Lead the way, Madame,” he replied.
As he suspected, she led him away from their fellow resident.
Holding aloft the lantern more for himself than No-Name, Headlock followed his hostess through the warren that was her father’s home. It was here that he imagined a reasoning for his companion’s strange gait. Whereas Headlock stumbled and bumbled into this item and that, a straight passage elusive, causing commotion after commotion of tumbling junk, she tottered between the stacks of papers, plants, furniture, and more bizarre items like a world champion in avoidance. Her tottering seemed the perfect method in its side-to-side rotations to make haste through the accumulated detritus. Headlock’s longer strides were less so.
By the time he reached No
