"There is no door." I grinned, but not in

"There is no door." I grinned, but not in a happy way. "Of course there is. How else could we have gotten in here?" His eyes narrowed and he said "You don't get it, do you?" We

moved a few steps, and looked around. He turned back to me and threw up his hands, taking in the vast expanse around them. "We are trapped

here, however, even if we can't get out, we can wait!" He was right. Help would eventually arrive. "Do you play Scene-it?", he asked, to my surprise. I looked at him blankly.

"MY PLAYTHINGS ARE THE SOULS OF MORTAL MEN" I replied. That made for an awkward moment before I explained that I am, in fact, become death, destroyer of worlds.

They still didn't understand. I pointed out that eventually I was going to be guiding every one of them to their final destination. I demonstrated by touching Healy's head. "Oops."

Healy's head, rather easily, fell right off her neck. " i have weak tendons" she said dryly "i'm used to it". i picked up her head and brushed the twigs out of her hair, then

went to pass it to her, but just as I extended my arms a huge polar bear came barrelling past and whammed me in the back. I threw Healy's head into the street. The bear didn't even

miss a beat. He galumphed right over to Healy's head and ate it in one deft motion. "You stupid polar bear!" I yelled, "you spoiled our game!" The creature looked at me with

its dark, hungry eyes. "Don't look at me, look at Healy!" I directed. "Finish what you started!" After the polar bear had sated itself, it seemed safer to string up patio lights

and dance naked under the stars. As days of celebration go this one was turning out better than expected; enemies taken care of and I live to see another day, perhaps to hunt again