Bob, the teenage computer programmer

"Oh God," grumbles Rosalyn watching the fly's antics. "If our anal-retentive boss sees that in here...Bob, Jesse, don't you guys ever believe in taking the waste baskets to the dumpster?"

"Hey," complains Jesse. "We're computer programmers not cleaning crew."

"Yes, but I don't feel like getting yelled at by the boss because you males are slobs," Rosalyn complains as the fly settles on one of the large CPU's fan outlets. The fly must have been looking for a breath of fresh air or perhaps a challenge. It washes its face with its front feet.

"If you're worried about a fly," says Bob, "I'll take care of it." He rolls up a piece of scrap paper and sneaks up on the small creature, stalking is more like it. He clasps the roll of paper firmly and brings it down hard. He knew as he hit the fly, that he had made contact, snuffing out the small creature's life in one quick blow ---

--- And then everything goes black. It wasn't just the power going out. "Talk about bugs in the system," thinks Bob. Bob bumbles around in the darkness. When he reaches out for the CPU that he had crippled with the dead fly, it is not there. Bob does more feeling around. There are no desks, chairs, or familiar office furniture in the black void where he suddenly finds himself.

Then Bob's eyes readjust to the darkness. That is when he sees he is outdoors in a forest of huge thick-girthed trees that have huge green leaves. This is almost a jungle except the air is too cool. Bob glances at the ground. There are tracks of hoofed animals and the tracks of a human wearing boots or moccasins. Bob begins to follow those tracks. He makes his way to a stream. What was it someone had said, probably Rosalyn, about following water?

1. Bob follows the stream down-stream.
2. Bob keeps following the animal and human tracks.

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