PURPOSE
Dane sat down before her legs gave way. Either her situation had veered into Dementiaville, or she’d officially entered the Twilight Zone.
She played the last messages a third time.
“I am not.”
“I am not.”“On Earth.”
“On Earth.”Laying the phone in her lap, she glanced upward. “Fluffy? We need to talk.”
She felt nothing. There was no little pulse in her head, but she sensed he was listening. She resisted the urge to check the app. “Fluffy, please contact me in my head, not via the phone. Please answer my questions. When you said you are not on Earth, does that mean you are on another planet?”
She waited, with no result.
“I know you’re observing me right now. Talk to me, Fluffy. Let me know I’m not hallucinating. Are you on another planet?” When he finally responded, she was
