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now.”
    The movie continued, like a bad noir film. On cue, heavy footfalls headed toward me.
    “What were you doing out there?” he shouted at me. “You’re supposed to be smart.”
    I had no capacity to be snarky in return; I had no control over what came out of my mouth. “Whoa, Evan…you’re in my movie. Of course you are, ‘cause you’re gorgeous. This is so weird…”  I tried to raise my head to look at the set design, and to see what other characters were in the scene.
    He looked shocked at my behavior. Then he looked concerned. “No!  Don’t move. I called Fi. She’s closed the store early and should be here soon.” 
    “Fiona’s in my movie, too…that’s so wicked.”
    He turned to look at the funny, brown short guy. “Grog, she must have hit her head.”
    I giggled. “Grog, what a great character name, ‘cause that’s me…I’m groggy.”  Laughing hurt my head, so I tried to stop.
    More off-screen sound effects happened. Fiona’s truck arrived. Soon, she entered the set. “Is she conscious?”
    “Almost,” Evan replied.
    “Now that’s a perfect portrayal of Fiona,” I giggled, “because she’s always tight-lipped and all business.”
    “Definite concussion. I’ll have to reduce the swelling.”
    Slowly, she waved her hands down the length of my body. She didn’t touch me; she just held them about two inches up from my skin and narrowed her eyes as if looking at something no one else could see. The whole time she mumbled a self-monologue. “No internal bleeding, that’s good. Bad gash in the left knee…bad sprain in the left ankle…tons of bruising, especially on her hip, but she’ll be okay.” 
    Finally, she sat back on her haunches and looked up at Evan. “It’s okay to move her. Can you carry her to the bed?”
    “Wow, like Clark Gable?” I wondered aloud.
    Fiona gave me a sharp look.
    “I have a great imagination. This movie is getting even better.”  I looked toward Evan. “Let’s go to bed. New set!” 
    They both ignored me.
    Fiona continued, “We’ll need to get ice on both the knee and the ankle. Grog, bring me the first aid kit and five plastic bags filled with ice. Daisy, please fetch the liniments for pain. Rock, in my office you’ll find the wood for splints. Please bring me four of them. Ginger, please find several strips of muslin in my bin of leftover fabric. Thanks so much.”
    Watching Fiona in action reminded me of those triage nurses on the emergency room dramas on TV. Suddenly, I saw more furniture move around the room. Groggy wasn’t the only color-changing little person. The others had stood so still, until they moved I hadn’t realized they were there. The swirling colors gave me vertigo and hurt my already throbbing head. Everyone, chameleon-people and human alike, scrambled to obey her orders.
    As Evan wrapped his arms under me and started to lift me off the floor, I was overwhelmed with alternating waves of nausea and pain. “Whoa, I think this is turning into a bad trip.”
    He sucked in his breath as if he were the one hurting. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.” He tried to be as gentle as possible, but every step he took rocked my bruised body.
    As he laid me down carefully on my bed I mumbled meekly, “Why are there tiny chameleon people in my movie?”  The blackness edging my vision engulfed me and again, I fainted.

 
    Chapter Four
    Answers
    I awoke to the diminished light of twilight. My left knee and ankle were immobilized in home-made splints and smelled like menthol. A gooey substance had been rubbed over all of the skin on my left side. Fiona must have used the liniment because I only felt a dull pain.
    From the kitchen Evan argued with her. “She’s completely in the dark. It’s dangerous for her, Fi.”  His deep voice sounded frustrated.
    “It’s not my fault her parents chose to leave. I can’t change the fact that she hasn’t been raised to understand our ways.”