Part 11 (1/2)
”I'm lost.”
”OK, follow the metaphor. You're in the restroom, then you're here.
Point A to point B.”
”Uh-huh.”
”You're here, and then you're in a new world. Not another planet, another level of existence. Somewhere you normally can't get to from here. You've gone from point A to point . That's where we're trying to get to. Got it?”
Kurt thought about this.
”So why this conspiracy?”
”It'll take a concerted effort if we're going to take the town with us.”
Kurt's jaw dropped. ”All of it?”
”Every last citizen and every last piece of concrete. A community isn't an easy thing to build, is it? So we'll just bring along what we've got.”
”Including Wildcat Graham?”
”Who?”
”She's a senior at Tranquil High.”
”Yes, if she's in town.”
”What about Wendy Branwell?”
”Yes, her too,” Denny said, placing his head in his hands.
”And --”
The door burst opened. Denny and Kurt turned to see Prof. Sigger enter wearing a white lab coat and holding a clipboard -- a smirk borne of a thousand cut-throat departmental meetings perched cruelly on his lips.
”Allow me,” said the latest recruit. ”Due to recent vacancies I was offered a post... tenure track, of course! Let me interrogate this capitalist.”
”I'm a capitalist,” Denny said, sternly.
”Oh yes, yes,” Prof. Sigger replied. He turned to Kurt. ”Now, when did you first notice that you were being indoctrinated by right-wing ideologues?”
”What?” Kurt asked, scratching his arm.
”When did you become a mind-numbed robot? Why have you become resistant to income redistribution?”
Kurt looked at Denny, who was rubbing the bridge of his nose.
”It's going to be a perfect world with him along?” Kurt asked.
Denny looked up and stared at his colleague for a moment, who then disappeared. The clipboard fell to the floor. Kurt stared at the s.p.a.ce before him that used to occupy Prof. Sigger.