As the dawn light paints everything pink and gold, I've torn this bed apart and searched the bedroom. Grumpily, Lightning has helped me, despite her displeasure at being awakened so early. It's an emergency. Kaline is missing!
[Where is she? Gussie! Demos! Lobo!]
All I get is (a) grumpy sleepiness (Gussie), (b) silence (Demos), and (c) dreaminess (Lobo). This is an emergency! What are they thinking?
[STOP IT.]
Lightning's sharp words don't penetrate, because I'm too busy poking my nose in the wrecked bed. Kaline has to be here.
[I said STOP! You are making me crazy.]
WHAM.
Lightning slams into me. A bus would be less forceful. It's the pressure formula. Pressure is greater when it's more concentrated. It's why the pressure of the heel of Kaline's boot is greater than the pressure of an elephant's foot. It's simple physics.
[What was that for?]
I sprawl underneath Lightning, flat on my back with my back feet and tail in the air.
