25

"Hey! You're wearing my T-shirt!" came a voice from behind Sam. Sam wheeled around to see the source. Graham, like Sam, was of medium height and build and was clad in blue jeans and a black T-shirt.

Sam's T-shirt said "T-SHIRTS ARE SO OVER."

Graham's was gross yet attemptedly funny: a cow, standing up, was having a grand old time playing the bagpipes on its own udder.

"No!" said Sam," you're wearing my T-shirt!" They stared irritated for a minute in an impasse until Sam made the first move by extending his hand. "Oh well, whatever. I'm Sam."

""I am Graham!"

"Odd, we look alike, don't we."

"Hmmm ,you're right. Where are we?"

They had been distracted by each other and had not noticed their surroundings. Darkness, but with enough light to get around. Graham groaned and rubbed his forehead.

"What the hell happened? Last thing I remember is that old man-"

"Wow , you too? The weird old man in the Members Only jacket. Dirty."

"Yes! I was standing with my friend at a restaurant-"

Sam twitched at the mention of the word. "And we got into this discussion with the old man, something about, uhh-" he rubbed his forehead.

"I know, mine too. Some kind of mindbender. I've forgotten. But I'm really confused. Did he actually, like, blink his eyes and throw us here, like, um, teleport?"

"Oh, you know if I had to make a guess I would say, no, there's no such thing as teleportation. Although, ha ha, you know I read an article on it in Scientific American."

"Really?"

"I guess it never really got a lot of press or anything, but they're working on it at IBM. They can teleport teeny particles under certain conditions."

"Really."

There was silence for thirty seconds.

"Do you believe in god?"

"Hmmm, nope."

Me neither!"

Allriiiiiight!" The absurdity of it appealed to both of them, and they slapped hands in a high five. "Y'know, I heard about this group, Christians and Atheists united against Creeping Agnosticism."

"Heh heh. That's cool." After Sam and Graham had prattled on together for a good ten minutes, they were interrupted by a creaking sound. They recognized it as a door opening.

"Ahh good! Hello boys!"

They were shocked and disturbed to see a blonde woman of about 40 or 50 who they recognized from watching television as kids. Although age, makeup and hair altered her appearance, the pair gradually recognized her as a cheesy TV actress called Stacy Sun.