“ Uh, she said maybe your eyes matched the Fog like a synchronous magnetic field?” “I don’t even know what language that is. Joel N. Ross
“ Loretta started belting out a song: “Row, row, row your boat, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G ! Joel N. Ross
“ If Chess is the switch,” Loretta said, “how does he turn the Fog off?” Bea bit her lower lip. “I don’t know—ask Chess.” “How would I know?” I said. “You try being a switch. Joel N. Ross
“ Now you’re listening to Swedish ?” I asked her. “He thinks I’m the Compass because every time I see ticktocks, I happen to be there! Joel N. Ross
“ Well, the bad news,” Swedish said from the wheel, “is that Chess still thinks he’s funny.” “What’s the good news?” Loretta asked, leaning on our little copper-tubed harpoon. “That Kodoc dropped a bomb… Joel N. Ross
“ You know what to do?” “Wander around,” I said. “Until I spot a self-assembled whangdoodle from the Foggy depths. Joel N. Ross
