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Further Continuation - by Dawn Penguin

He looked around, sniffing the air, and noted a definite lack of cake
smell in the air. Suspiciously, he stepped forward toward the expectant
partiers. "It's not my birthday," he declared softly, every sense on alert.

When he reached the table, he extended his hand slowly toward the cake.
Cautiously, he swiped at the frosting, not very surprised when his
fingers came up empty. The people and the cake and the table faded,
leaving him in a room with a grid pattern on the walls. A holograph room!

He turned toward the door, his instincts telling him that he needed to
be very careful. As he approached, the door opened of its own accord.
Leaning noiselessly around the doorframe, he found the hallway still
empty. Gratefully he eased into the hallway, following the wall. He had
a notion the object of his mission was going to be more difficult to
reach than he'd expected.

He reached another corner, and just then he heard footsteps behind him.
Glancing back, he saw a phalanx of alien soldiers turning into the
hallway. No longer caring if he was heard, since he'd been seen, he
turned the corner and began to run. Spotting a doorway halfway down the
hall, he made for it, and slipped through the door, closing it firmly
but quietly just before the soldiers turned the corner. He slowly turned
the lock until he heard a soft click, then turned away from the door.

He was in an office, which contained a desk, several file cabinets, and
a couple bookshelves. There was a medium-sized window on the back wall,
which was covered both with blinds and heavy drapes. On the wall behind
him, he found a bulletin board on which were several photographs and a
few letters. He peered closely at one of them, trying to make out the
signature, but it apparently belonged to one of the aliens and was
completely indistinguishable.

When he turned back around, he realized there was someone - or something
- in the chair behind the desk.

Posted by Kim at July 5, 2005 12:46 AM