Find the Elevator, Save the World!
Marty put a gnarled finger into his ear, hoping that perhaps a waxy buildup had impaired his hearing. “Say what?â?
Shooting him an exasperated look, Charlie repeated himself. “Outer space, Marty. Is there an echo in here?â?
“Oh no,â? Marty replied, raising his scraggly white eyebrows. “I heard you just fine. And I knew you was a senile old bat, but this proves it.â? Even as he said the words, Marty knew they rang untrue. A fire burned in Charlie’s eyes that Marty hadn’t seen in years; a fire with a definite spark of truth backed up by the alphabetically inclined amorphous blob. “And I’m just as crazy for not taking you to the loony bin right now.â? It sounded weak and he knew it.
“You know those stories I used to tell you?â?
“Those huge whoppers about space eggs and little orange men?â?
“They weren’t whoppers,â? Charlie said seriously.
“So what do we now?â? Marty whispered, eyes wide.
A smile spread across Charlie’s face, teeth white against the shadow of stubble. “We find my elevator and save the world.â?