156- The Return -3

tired of the everyday grind. In the dream of a life of romantic adventure, I want to get away from it all. We offer you... Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Sing at the entrance of a shutling footsteps of a blind figure. Listen now, as the escape brings you Kathleen Heights terrifying story. The return to the breakwater of the other harbor.

Most of the twelve passengers were on deck, looking north beyond the converging jetties of the modern city of Bazartha. The two of us, a man named Tuckett and myself. Bazartha was a destination. I didn't know what brought Tuckett here.

I didn't really know what brought me here. I only knew that I'd look for something all over the world without success. I'd look everywhere except the circuit. As sure I'd check into the small hotel in a short time later I was part of the early evening of crowd on the streets of the circus.

Yes, sir. What would be you? What would you say, Fanny? Fanny, Fanny, Fanny, Fanny? Tell me how to get to the Arab. Oh. Sorry, I didn't notice about your eyes. One does not need eyes to perceive truth, Fanny.

No, I suppose not. What's your name? Meghan! Hey, you had a stand, he's not. You know, some is. And the truth is everywhere. For all two kids, if they will, but he's... I hope you're right.

Well, uh, come on in, Meghan. Meghan, Wendy, Meghan. Richard? It is, Mr. Richard. Hello, Tucker. I lost track of you when we came ashore, I thought I'd find you again at the hotel, but they tell me you're not registered.