One moment I was sleeping in bed, and now I find myself falling off a cliff. I am helpless. I guess in the middle of the night, I slept-walked out of my house to the Grand Canyon and started falling.
I opened my eyes against the rushing air. “Aw frick,” I muttered as the ground steadily got closer and closer.
And NOW I find myself in a fishing net with Obi-Wan-Kenobi.
Obi-Wan said, “Fancy meeting you here, Albequerque.
I asked, “Where are we?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” he replied innocently.
I gave him a look, then droned, “Use the Force, Obi-Wan-Kenobi.”
Then I landed on the sidewalk in front of a French resturant, close to New York City. So I went to JFK and wanted to fly home. I got a ticket for Arizona, but ended up in Chicago.
I plopped down with a sigh, opening my backpack, then jerked with a start. Obi-Wan popped his head out of my bag!