The shapes float toward you, and, before you can retreat a single step, you feel the strange, tingling sensation of their electrifying touch.

YOUR LOGIC IS TRUE. YOU ARE NOT MEANT FOR SOMO OR THE ZOO.

With these words the shapes fade into a thin yellow mist that arises about them. You feel tired, but, instead of falling asleep, you rise to another level of wakefulness, so that now, somehow, you find yourself right where you are this minute—reading a book!

/ENDING Nº20/