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strings and somehow I knew they were reacting to my thoughts. I thought about the flying carpet and there it was. So I jumped onto it and took off like a flash.” She raised her chin in defiance. “I never looked back.”
    “Wow!” I said, shaking my head. “Did you ever manage to get him back for that?”
    “I have tried a few times.” She shrugged. “But he is extremely smart. He usually finds some way to twist things around to his advantage.”
    “Why do you think he’s he so cruel?”
    “I do not... I honestly do not think he understands he is being cruel. He is like a spoiled child.”
    “Do you know what happened when he first arrived?”
    “No, I have never thought to find out.”
    “--Maybe he had a really bad experience.”
    “Maybe-- Hmm. How could we find...” She put her hand to her chin and looked thoughtful. “Oh!” She looked back at me. Moota!”
    I gave her a sideways glance. “Moota? What’s a Moota?”
    “ He is a sky searcher.” She smiled.
    “--Oh, o- kay.” I returned her smile. “That helps.”
    She shook her head. “Let me explain. A sky searcher,” she annunciated the words, “searches the sky for fragments of the past, which were put there by what is called... Hold on. I will let him explain. Her eyes dimmed and her head tilted slightly to the side. After a short moment she looked up. “I called him. He is on his way.”
    I squinted at her. “What did you just do?”
    “I have a strand attached to those I keep in contact with the most. It allows me to speak to them.”
    “Oh. --You’ll have to teach me that trick.”
    She smiled. “It is easy. Just bring up the web and break a strand with your fingers.” I did as she said. “Good. Now touch one end to my neck just below my ear.” I reached out and placed my finger under her ear. Her skin was soft, I could feel her warmth. “Now attach the other end to yourself and close your eyes. There. Now to establish a link all you need to do is picture me in your mind. Good. Now no matter where we go we can always communicate with one another. And if for any reason you do not wish to talk with me all you need to do is detach the strand from yourself.”
    “ This is fantastic!" As I pictured her my thought turned to vibration and traveled to her through the strand. My thoughts were energy now, as were hers. “ I can think of no one else I’d rather be attached to.”
    I heard a giggle inside.
    “Really.” I opened my eyes. “I want to thank you for helping me. I’ve been feeling pretty lost,” I said aloud.
    She opened her eyes and gave a tender smile. “We are both lost, but perhaps we can find the way together.”
    “I’d like that,” I said, reaching out to put my hand on hers.
    “And in so doing...” She stood and turned toward the door, “may we fix the damage caused by our own. --He approaches.”
    The doors opened and a tiny man entered. I stood and suppressed a smile. He looked more like a gnome than a man; stout and sturdy, with a green shirt, tan vest, soft pointy shoes. And upon his face (which showed the wrinkles of many years) a pair of shiny glasses straddled his fat little nose. Yet despite his appearance he had a look of intelligence about him, like a scientist-- granted, a very short scientist.
    Kitaya giggled.
    “Um,” I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. “how do I drop our connection?” “Blank out your mind,” she whispered back in like fashion. I did as she suggested and felt her presence push from my mind.
    “You called for me, precious one?” The little man swept low in a courtly bow.
    “Yes, we have need of your talents. But first allow me to introduce you. Moota, this is Sam’ Dejal. Sam, this is Moota.”
    “It is a great pleasure to meet you, lord.” He bowed again.
    “Likewise,” I mused.
    “Did you bring your event cells?” Kitaya asked.
    “Right here in my bag, great lady.”
    “What is an event cell?” I asked.
    The little man looked at me with aged and