“I didn’t do anything, Mr. Tork.”
“Nesmith.”
“Mr. Nesmith. It simply exists. I’ve been trying to get into that world for awhile now.”
“Can’t you just, you know, go in?”
“You try.” Mike eyed the strange man skeptically. “Go on, try it.” So Mike tried to go in the room, but was startled when he found he could not. It was if a glass door was barricading the entrance. He tried pushing through, but to no avail.
“Now I know how mimes feel.”
Then a woman entered the room from the other side. Mike recognized her as Julia from downstairs, but he was surprised to see her dressed as a maid now.
“I didn’t know she was a maid.” Mike commented out loud.
“She isn’t. She’s a doctor.”
“Then why-?”
“I told you this is Parallel Time. We’re all living different lives in another time, and this room is some sort of portal into it.”
“Uh huh. This sure is stra-hey! That’s Davy! Hey Davy!” He shouted as he saw his short friend come into the room after Julia. This Davy was dressed differently though-he was wearing a suit coat and tie, and his hair was slicked back.
“He can’t hear you.” Barnabas said impatiently.
“What-are-you doing-here?” Julia the Maid glared at the new Davy. He smiled and smoothed his hair back.
“I wanted to meet this Alexis woman everyone’s been talking about. I hear she’s a pretty startling chick.”
“Some things never change.” Mike commented, chuckling softly.
“Well, Angelique-I-mean Alexis is out-with-Mr. Collins.”
“You think she’s really Angelique, don’t you?” He smirked cockily and looked up at the portrait of a beautiful woman with blonde hair atop the fireplace.
“How the heck does Davy know who these people are? I mean-“ Mike was just as awestruck when Peter entered the room too.
“We are requested at the drawing room, David.” Peter was also dressed in a suit and tie, and he had glasses perched on his face.
“Just a moment, Dr. Thorkelson.”
“Dr. Thorkelson!? Peter, a doctor? And why is his name Thorkelson? This is crazy. I’m hallucinating. Yeah, that’s right! Hallucinating.” Mike began to laugh nervously. He glanced at Barnabas, who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m not hallucinating, am I?”
“I’m afraid not, Mr. Nesmith.”
To be continued...