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. Did
that make me a part of the mural? I wondered suddenly.
No matter. If I couldn't think here. . . . I began running . . . to the
left. Something about this place was messing with my head, and it seemed
impossible to consider the process while I was a part of it. I had to get
away in order to think straight, to determine what was going on.
I was across the bar and into that interface area where the painted
rocks and trees became three-dimensional. I pumped my arms as I dug in. I
head the wind without feeling it.
Nothing that lay before me seemed any nearer. I was moving, but Luke
began singing again.
I halted. I turned, slowly, because it sounded as if he were standing
practically beside me. He was. I was only a few paces removed from the bar.
Luke smiled and kept singing.
"What's going on?" I asked the Caterpillar. "You're looped in Luke's
loop," it replied. "Come again?" I said.
It blew a blue smoke ring, sighed softly, and said, "Luke's locked in a
loop and you're lost in the lyrics. 'That's all."
"How'd it happen?" I asked.
"I have no idea," it replied.
"Uh, how does one get unlooped?"
"Couldn't tell you that either."
I turned to the Cat, who was coalescing about his grin once again.
"I don't suppose you'd know-" I began.
"I saw him come in anD I saw you come in later," said the Cat,
smirking
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