XIIIDAYS LATER, AFTER I had told the Truth-Seekers Council all I knew, and answered their many questions while they deliberated, I was at last able to return and see John again.
I phased into his small cabin while he was sleeping, and noticed that he was making steady progress writing the stories from his legal-pad notes. I picked up his pad and saw that the stories were checked off as he went through them.
This time, I showed up in human form. His size. I'd disappeared my wings, as they would take up too much space in this cabin to support my weight at that size. But I didn't change what I was wearing, even though he called it "skimpy." Cold weather didn't bother pixies, other than trying to fly in snow or freezing rain. Humans were the ones with body heat problems. All we needed was an
