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I feel sore all over as I awakens and can’t seem to get out of my blanket. I tries to get out of bed but there is no ledge, did I end up sleeping on the floor again? I fumble my way forward looking for the doorknob to the bathroom, to get an aspirin when I run into a smooth curved surface. That makes me open my eyes. Sitting next to me, behind the glass is that weaselly little man. Or rather, not right next to me, slightly above on an adjacent platform. He is sitting behind a bunch of instrument blinking in multiple colours. His platform as well as the walkway leading up to it are made up of a steal grid. The entire room is well lid but with a strange green shean, and I appear to be trapped in some kind of giant glass tube. There are multiple nozzles at the top and drains on the bottom, and I am partly covered in some kind of green, semi translucent slime but otherwise I am completely naked. I am about to say something sarcastic to the doctor when he beats me to it. “Ah I

“Alone!” The last word the Dove said to me kept echoing in my head. I am an independently minded person but I still like to be around people, I still much prefer the cities over the wilderness, especially this wilderness. The air is heavy, there is a constant buzzing of insect, with the ever present danger of something more dangerous then insects hiding in the midst and the smell, that was possibly the worst. The dank brown water smelled sickeningly sweat, and the humidity was off the chart. This was combined with very tall thick trees, whose canopy almost completely blocked out the sunlight, creating a sort of semi perpetual twilight. I don’t know how long I have been in this swamp it feels like hours and there was no sign of an end to it. Of course I could only fly about 60km/h in order to avoid flying into something but I had so hoped to be able to take the train. I mean what else should I expect when his saloon was inside a train station? But he insisted that the route was too

“The big clock strikes exatly three times as the dame of danger the maiden of mystery, the dashing lady of valour Agent Wagtail descends the staircase to the grand hall of the Dove on her way to stop the dastardly villain Dr. Paxmark.” I say as I strike a heroic pose while everyone around me looked on in stark confusion. A little girl holding on to her mother was pointing at me as they passed and said “mommy I want to see more of the funny clown lady” “Shh, she is not a clown she is just crazy and don’t point” she said and dragged her along. Okay now I just feel silly. I thought while starting to slouch a little. Its just, the Owl’s private plane was so awesome, I got a shower, which I really needed, a lunch that included real wyvern steak (it’s been forever since I tried that last) and best of all, I had finally gotten my field uniform, the one I had been nagging the Owl about for so long. I had designed it myself of course, in dashing white and black colours. The Owl