“How was it?”
“A lot of pony tails, poodle skirts and saddle shoes,” said Amy. “There was ANOTHER glitch, STELLA. I was supposed to go to Paris in 1934, remember?”
“I’m working on it,” said Stella, looking at her computer.
“I don’t want to get STUCK anywhere.”
“I KNOW that.”
“What if I had to wear a poodle skirt!” groaned Amy, pacing back and forth. “What if I end up like Tony Smart and I’m lost forever, somewhere in time?”
“I SAID, I’m working on it.”
“If you’re going to lose me, lose me where somewhere nice.”
“Did you find anything? Maybe you should talk about THAT, instead of whining.”
“WHINING?” shouted Amy. “You should try traveling through time. Perhaps you’d be more understanding if you were the one hurled through space. More understanding if you were the one who landed on a camel.”
“You only landed on a camel once, and I said I was sorry. You told me the camel was more surprised than you were.”
“It’s not about camel. I was in the DESERT, when I was supposed to be in…”
“London. Yes, I know.”
“The guy with the camel almost fainted,” she snickered.
“Did you find a stone?” asked Stella, typing as fast as she could.
“No. But I know where to find one,” she said, grinning.
“Really?” squeaked Stella. “We’ll have three out of seven if you find it.”
“I know,” said Amy, frowning.
“Who’s guarding it?”
“A wizard using black magic and a monster or two. ”
“Are you going to need the dragons?”
“More than likely, but I’d like to try and get it by myself, before I call them.”
“Where is it?” asked Stella.
“O’hare airport, under one of the runways.”
“THE O’hare? The airport in Chicago?”
“Is there another one?
Stella paled. “You’re gonna need the dragons,” she said.
“Not if you can get me to the airport when they are ready to bury the stone.”
“That’s pretty exacting.”
“You need to get me there when the Wiz is ready to put the stone into the ground. The airport opened in 1955 for commercial use. We have to find out when the Wiz was there, hiding the stone. It had to be just before the runways were poured.”
“I’ll find out, but you better take care of that arm, you’re dripping blood all over the floor.”
“Oh, sure, don’t ask me what BIT me, worry about the floor.”
“Looks like a canine bite, fangs of some kind, but not from a vamp, so I’m guessing a were, or alien thing, floating around in the ether. ”
“Your concern is touching.”
“I told you to look after it. Go to the clinic and let them look at it.”
“They might want to quarantine me.”
“I doubt it,” said Stella, still not looking away from her computer screen. “Did you sleep with the camel guy?”
“Is that ALL you ever think about?”
“No,” said Stella, calmly. “Sometimes I think about pizza and french fries.”
“I think I hate you,” said Amy, looking at her arm. “These puncture wounds are deep.”
Stella got up and looked at Amy’s bloody arm. “Uh…”
“Ya think?” asked Amy.
“Could be,” said Stella.
“Whoever bit me was spelled and I’ve been poisoned?”
“Looks that way,” said Stella, pushing the emergency button.
“I hate when this happens,” sighed Amy, crashing to the floor.
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Rethinking Life 
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