"Where Are We Going?"

"Where are we going?"

To the court of the fae. It's a beautiful place - full of laughter and mirth. But do not eat of the food and never tell your name. If you do you may never leave. Because then you belong to the fae.

"How do we get there? Is it hard?"

It is quite easy - but only if your map is wrong. We go to the forest with the wrong map in hand. And then we walk and walk until we have lost our way and the path is oh so far away. Then we cry of fear and pray for hope.

"And then?"

Then we gather our courage, and turn left. And we look at the map and try to find the path again. But we will find no path and there will be no way but the one, where the forest grows darker and darker. Then we take another four lefts.

"So...back here?"

Yes, we are nearly there. Do you see the light and hear the laughter? Those are the fae who are welcoming us.

"Oh you were right! It is beautiful! And the wine is oh so good!"

Oh no, what have you done.

"Sorry, we're going where?"

"Another four lefts."

"So... back here?"

"Only if your map is wrong."

I picked up a hitch-hiker. I always stop for them, so I pulled over out of habit. Forgetting I was on a tween road, a ghost road, a twixt road.

"I'm going to Bonn," I said.

"What century?"

"Twenty-first."

"Close enough, I can wait there."

"Hop in."

I don't pry, but I am curious.

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That sounds like something you'd say when you are trying to justify stabbing someone in the back.

"Sir, take a number and stand in line."

"I did, I just had a question. My ticket days 'AE'?"

"Our ticket system is hexadecimal."

"Oh. Um... what's the current number?"

"7."

"So... I'm gonna be here a while, aren't I?"

"Seems likely, sir."