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. The walls faded again, the music returned. A
cloud of blue smoke drifted past us. Suddenly the bar came into view, back
to whatever passed for normal in that place. The upset tables had been
righted, Humpty still teetered, the mural went on.
"Hey, the club!" Luke exclaimed. "We ought to head back. Looks like the
party's just getting going."
"First, you take your medicine."
"What's it for?"
"You got some bad shit somewhere. This is to let you down easy."
"I don't feel bad. In fact, I feel real good-"
"Take it!"
"Okay! Okay!"
He tossed off the whole fistful.
The Jabberwock and the Fire Angel seemed to be fading now-and my latest
exasperated gesture in the vicinity of the bartop had encountered some
resistance, though the thing was not fully solid to me yet. Suddenly, then,
I noticed the Cat, whose games with substantiality somehow at this point
made it seem more real than anything else in the place.
"You coming or going?" if asked.
Luke began to rise. The light grew brighter, though more diffuse.
"Uh, Luke, look over there," I said, pointing
"Where?" he asked, turning his head.
I slugged him again.
As he collapsed, the bar began to fade. The walls of the cave phased
back into focus. I heard the Cat's voice. "Going . . ." it said.
The noises returned full blast, only this time the dominant sound was a
bagpipelike squeal
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