Chapter Sixteen
Patsy
“All great things start with something simple.” —Inventor of the H-Pad
Woody woke to find Pete’s warm, padded, Teflon face snuggled next to his and sighed. It felt nice. He looked across to see H2 cross-legged, peering into her H-Pad, nodding.
“Who are you talking to?” he said.
“DBO,” she said with relief.
“DBO?”
“Yes, and she says we have to move before Beryl finds out.”
“Oh, I see.”
DBO gestured to her H-Pad.
“There’s a component missing. H2 knows where it is.”
“Component?” said Woody.
“Yes, a wiry thing, should click in here.”
Woody nodded.
“Once clicked, telespraying will be a breeze.”
“Telespraying?” said Woody.
“Think Star Trek transporter,” Pete muttered into his pillow.
Woody’s face lit up. “A transporter? Are you for real?”
“Yes, how else di
