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Mordon reminded me.
    “I know.” I opened the door to reveal a young man
about my age. He had a rather unmemorable appearance with brown hair and brown
eyes. He smiled happily, though, as he wiped water off his face.
    “I was told to bring this here to Mr. Carter at this
time today,” he said, holding out a cloth bag. That wasn’t suspicious or
anything.
    I took it. “Who told you to bring it here?”
    The man smiled again. “About the hottest little
red-head I’ve ever seen. No one I know, just a woman. But I’ve got to be off
now.” He left and I shut the door.
    “One of these days, things are going to have to start
making sense.” I cautiously dumped the contents of the bag onto my bed; a cell
phone and clothes. Mordon grabbed the phone, examining it. “That’s a cell
phone. Remember I told you about those?”
    “Yeah,” he said, “I didn’t believe you.”
    I knew he hadn’t. I reached over and pressed the
power button. The phone lit up and vibrated, making Mordon drop it on the bed,
and I laughed at his shock. “You look like a caveman just shown fire.”
    “As if you were not the same when you first explored
Duran.”
    I threw the tennis shoes, dark blue, long-sleeved
shirt, one of the pairs of jeans, and one of the jackets at him. We got dressed
in the warm, dry clothes. I wore a long-sleeved, dark green shirt and jeans. I
took the phone, my bag, our wet boots, and the key and we left, abandoning our
wet clothes.
    The rain had stopped, but it left everything a dull
brown and gray. The sky and trees were gray, the ground and everything else was
brown.
    “Is this winter in your world?” Mordon asked,
clutching his coat tighter.
    Mokii had a warm, dry climate where they were more
likely to have a month-long drought in the summer than a couple of snow
flurries in the winter. While Mordon had traveled to other lands, he usually
had the luxury of doing his royal duties in warm places.
    “I guess so, but this can’t be Houston. Maybe Oregon.
Let’s find the office,” I said. We went around the building to the front, where
five people stood about, looking up at the sky. “Hello,” I said. “We are
traveling from Houston and got lost. Where are we?” It felt odd to be speaking
with my own people again after so long.
    One of the two women looked at us but the others were
busy having their own conversation. “Fort Smith,” she smiled.
    That wasn’t very helpful. “Fort Smith, what?”
    “Arkansas.”
    “The green state?”
    “Well, the wet state now. This is the first time it
stopped raining in three weeks!” she said, obviously happy for the rain to have
stopped.
    “Does it normally rain like this?” Mordon asked.
    The woman and I both denied it at the same time. “No
place is supposed to rain for three weeks straight. Has it been a heavy rain
like that? Or does it vary?” I asked.
    “Heavy. But it’s not as bad as some places.
Everywhere is having erratic weather. California and Nevada are ranging about
twenty-five to thirty below. The rain is covering Kansas, Colorado, Oklahoma,
and Arkansas. I wouldn’t continue heading north if I were you,” she warned.
    “What’s up north?”
    “The flu. It’s killing everyone up there.”
    “What is the flu?” Mordon whispered in my
head.
    “It’s a sickness,” I answered. “Thank you for
the help. Do you happen to know Vivian Green?”
    “The lawyer?” she asked.
    I frowned. Had Vivian really become a lawyer? “Red hair
and super skinny?”
    “That would be her. She’s a big-time lawyer here. I
can’t believe they know her in Texas. She works at the law firm just down the
street.”
     
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    Finding her office building was easy. Vivian didn’t
even see us when she walked outside, dressed in a spiffy black skirt suit. She
hadn’t aged a day, but her hair was longer and lighter. She still looked
fantastic.
    Mordon was busy gawking at the cars when she started
down the street. After I