"FWLS11" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

human guy, red jacket, not much else. Didn't matter, I'm sure
he'd be around this game again.

And what a game it was!!

I was home. And it was just how I remembered it : urban
hood, graffiti and brick, sun shinin' down on the cracked
pavement. Can't find a more homey place than that, really.

It looked like a great day, too. Nobody was shooting at
anyone else. Some kids were playing ball in a nearby court. A
few cars rolled by, and I recognized friends I hadn't seen in
YEARS, ever since I jetted from Terra with my new buds, Eroki and
Fluki, the Saren Twin Terrors.

"Hey, Benson!" a voice behind me called. I turned around--

"TAMI?" I blurted.

"Hon," she said, giving me a quick kiss.

"Eh?" I said, confused. "What gives?"

"Come on, get your butt inside," she said. "Food's gettin'
cold."

"What food? Since when did you cook? In the three weeks I
dated you, not once did you c--"

"Three weeks?" she laughed. "Make that YEARS. Next thing
you know you'll be forgetting our wedding day."

"What wedding day?"

"Aw, quit jokin' around and get inside, will you?" she
laughed, walking back into a home I didn't recognize.

"Too weird," I said, mostly to myself. I really oughtta go
tell the Flukster about this. How do I get out? Is it just a
matter of thinking, I want out--

*

"How many fingers am I holding up, dude?" Fluki asked.

"You're not holding any up."

"Okay. What's this?"

"It's the wooden cross thingy you wear around your neck."