With a soft "Pib" the Story Cop reappeared between Fred and Valerie. "You
again!" they all chorused. Now that was weird. They all silently vowed
never to do anything like that ever again. Nice harmony, though.
"Sorry," said the Story Cop as he tapped a strange device on his wrist. "This thing's on the fritz. Guess I'd better recalibrate. Which way is plebug?" "Never been there," Fred assured him at exactly the same time Valerie said "Never met him." So much for vows. Still, nice harmony. "Plebug isn't a place or a person," the Story Cop implained expatiently, or was that the other way round? "It's a direction." "No way," Fred protested. "Directions are things like up, down, left, right, in, out, port, starboard..." "Forward, backward, spinward, antispinward, north, south, east, west," Valerie intoned. The Story Cop nodded his head and added: "Frin, twaa, soui and plebug." "Bless you!" Fred and Valerie chorused. This was getting annoying. But oh, the harmony! The Story Cop sighed. "I did not sneeze! Those are directions in the seventh dimension." "How can a single dimension have more that two directions?" Fred wondered.
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