A second later, they were gone.
I should have been elated, having finally eliminated one set of problems from my horizon. I wasn’t.
Don Bruce’s last comment about world conquering reminded me of Queen Hemlock’s plans. Now that the Mob was neutralized, I had other problems to solve. As soon as I got back to the palace, I would have to …
Then it hit me.
The Mob representatives had taken the D-Hopper with them when they left. That thing was my only route back to Klah! I was stranded at the Bazaar with no way back to my own dimension!
Chapter Twelve:
“I’m making this up as I go along!”
– I. JONES
BUT I didn’t panic. Why should I?
Sure, I was in a bit of a mess, but if there was one place in all the dimensions I could be confident of finding help, it was here at the Bazaar. Anything could be had here for a price, and thanks to Aahz’s training, I had made a point of stocking my pouch with money prior to our departure from Klah.
Aahz!
It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t thought about my old mentor for days. The crises that had erupted shortly after his departure had occupied my mind to an extent where there was no time or energy left for brooding. Except for the occasional explanation of his absence, Aahz was playing no part in my life currently. I was successfully handling things without him.
Well…
Okay. I had successfully handled some things without him … the Mob, for example. Of course, the training he had gotten me into earlier in our relationship had also provided me with confidence under fire… another much-needed commodity these days.