The HeadquartersIt was long before nightfall, and their only entertainment had been the faint arguments of the brain cells. They didn’t even need to speak to agree that making any plans then would be useless. They had made a plan once, and it had proven useless.
When they were absolutely sure that they were the only cells in the room, and that all the other cells had gone to the ‘dream room’ (Briana refused to explain further), they finally spoke to each other with words.
“Finally,” said Whitey and sighed. “That was tough, and I’ve also lost practice. All these years, the best thing I’ve ever done was to help two cells get rid of their misunderstanding. Not that they weren’t grateful, but it’s not very WBC-like. Anyway, now what?”
They crawled out of their temporary shelter and rose. Wh
