Regan followed the voice through a maze of streets until she found a beautiful woman who sat crouched on the ground because she was stuck to the pavement. The beautiful woman cursed.
Where were you? she shouted.
Regan realized that Emmeline wasn’t stuck to the pavement but to a hole in it. Her foot had ended up in the gutter for some funny reason. She laughed, because it really was funny.
Help me! Emmeline said, Unstick me!
Regan squatted down in front of her. She wanted to know how long Emmeline had been out here. She dimly remembered an argument over tinned Lovecraft, although she might be mixing things up again. Her mind was not very helpful; information got muddled often.
A bloody long time! Emmeline chided, I’ve been shouting for ages. Didn’t you hear me?
Regan felt a pang of gu
