Volume
Nine
The
Princess and the Peak
Chapter
One
Dreaming
Up a Solution
In which Dodger entertains an odd idea
The
train hauled her caboose toward the west coast with Ched manning the helm, his
experience and supernatural senses proving themselves tenfold as he managed to
keep a clean and firm grip on the train’s footing. The rest of the crew
gathered in the professor’s laboratory, with yet another difficult task at
hand. Lelanea and the Celestial were seated together on a bench by the work
table, with Boon pacing the floor nearby. Dodger—still sore but not as
battered, thanks to a lower powered but effective medicinal compound—and the
doc stood on opposite ends of a cot placed in the center of the lab. On the cot
rested the problem in question; the sleeping young lady, Sarah Baker. According
to the clue left by Rex at the reservation, the kid knew exactly where on the
Californian coastline Rex was hiding out. If they wanted to find the little
cuss of a mutt, they would have to somehow glean the information from the
comatose child. Professor Dittmeyer had a solution, but Dodger reckoned his
hearing was going wonky in his old age, because what the doc just suggested
made absolutely no sense at all.
Not that the doc’s plans ever made any real
kind of sense, but this idea was particularly bizarre.
Dodger
poked his finger in his ear and wiggled, cleaning it out a bit before he asked,
“You want me to do what?”
“Go
inside,” the doc said.
“Inside
where?”
“Inside
of her head,” Lelanea said.
Dodger
looked back to Sarah again. “I don’t think I am quite getting a handle on what
you’re saying.”
“It’s
fairly simple,” the doc said. “We connect the Dream Reviewing, Enhancing and
Manipulation machine to her brain, as well as yours, and with a flip of a
switch you will be able to see inside of her subconscious. This will allow you
access to her sleeping mind and thus allow us to gain the knowledge we seek.”
“You
mean you plan on using that thing?” Dodger asked, pointing to a large metal
ball beside the cot.
“Yes,”
the professor said. He grabbed a pair of handles that protruded from either
side of the ball and gave them a twist. The ball split in two, cracking like a
giant metal egg, with the shell coming away intact in the doc’s hands. He
pulled these pieces away, revealing an interior filled with wires and gears and
all manner of flashing colored lights. The doc held the metal sections aloft,
waggling them at Dodger. “This goes over your head, like a cap, one for each of
you. The machine taps into your brain, allowing one mind to project its
subconscious into another’s.”
Dodger
rubbed the back of his neck and drew a sharp breath between his teeth. “I guess
when you said you made a machine to manipulate folks’ dreams, I didn’t think you
were being quite so literal.”
“I
never said I made a machine to manipulate dreams,” the doc said as he puffed up
in defense. “I said I made a machine that could peek into dreams, thank you
very much.”
“I’m
sorry for the assumption, sir, but the word manipulate is right there in the name.”
“Contrary
to the title, the DREAM machine wasn’t designed to manipulate dreams. Its
original purpose was to record the output of my nightly mental meanderings. I
find I have the best ideas in my sleep, don’t you?” He paused for a moment,
taking on a wistful look as he tapped the metal caps together, probably
contemplating past dreams. “Seeing as how he doesn’t require sleep, I entrusted
Ched to review my dreams each night, making a note of the various ideas that
arose. It worked wonderfully … at first.”
Dodger
had been aboard the Sleipnir long enough to know where this was going. “What
went wrong with it?”
Somewhere
in the tangle of the doc’s thick beard, a small frown emerged. He sat the caps down
on either side of the DREAM machine with a sigh. “The manipulation portion came
later. I found that not only was Ched able to review my dreams, he managed to
insert himself into them. He was able to affect my subconscious. I began having
nightmares of working for him. Mixing drinks for him, feeding him, dressing him.
It was terrible. I thought I was losing my mind. It was only by luck that
Lelanea overheard him bragging about it to Mr. Torque.”
Lelanea
nodded. “He offered Torque the chance to control Uncle’s subconscious for a
bottle of gin.”
“A
bottle of gin,” the doc echoed. “To think that is all my mind is worth to the
man.”
“Did
he?” Dodger asked.
“Did
who what?”
“Did
Torque get the chance to run your dreams?”
“Certainly
not. He never got the opportunity, nor will he. You see, the offer was pointless
seeing as how Mr. Torque fails to possess a subconscious. He barely possesses a
conscience.” The doc let out another small sigh. “I’m still not sure which I
find more disturbing; the fact that I created a machine that can manipulate
another’s dreams, or the fact that my driver had his way with my mind for a
week.” The doc shuddered, as if truly horrified by the idea.
Dodger
couldn’t fault him. “If it is such a horrid thing, why not destroy it?”
“Destroy
it? If I destroyed everything that proved a failure, Mr. Torque would’ve been
at the top of the heap.”
Thankfully,
the mechanical manservant was blessedly absent, either recharging in his cubby
hole or off doing some menial task assigned by the doc.
“Now,
now,” Feng said. “No need to get nasty. We’re all just frustrated and tired.”
He blinked in a slow and sleepy way.
“Some
of us more than others,” Dodger said.
“I
don’t know what you’re talking about. I feel like a million bucks.”
“You
look like a wooden nickel.”
“You’re
funny man, Dodger.” Feng winked at Dodger, but even that was slow and weak.
“Speaking
of tired,” Boon said, finally ceasing his pacing to join the conversation, “how
do we know she is actually asleep?”
“You
mean how do we know she isn’t like you?” Feng asked.
Boon
nodded.
“Like
who?” the doc asked.
“Like
Boon,” Dodger said.
“Who
said anything about Boon? Wait, is he here?” The doc snapped up the SAW and wiggled
the widget onto his glasses, inserting one end of the SAW into his ear. “Now,
what is all of this about Boon?”
“I
was asking if we are sure Sarah is asleep,” Boon said.
“Of
course she’s asleep,” the doc said. “You can look at her and see that much.”
“Actually,”
Feng said, “I don’t think she is asleep. I did some digging while you lot were
tied up with the reservation.”
“Digging?”
the doc said. “What kind of digging?”
“Magical
digging.”
“I
see.” At the change of topic, the doc shifted in his stance and patted his
hands together nervously. “Well then, I’m sure you know what you’re talking
about.”
Dodger
could understand why the doc was uncomfortable. This whole conversation was out
of his range of experience before it even started. “What did you learn?”
“She
isn’t asleep, per say,” Feng said. “But she isn’t like Boon either. She’s sort
of in between. She’s been nudged from her corporeal form, but instead of
wandering free—like our friend here—her spirit is trapped inside of her own
mind.”
“How
devious,” the doc said.
“What
a terrible thing to do to anyone,” Lelanea said, “let alone a child.”
“Terrible
but brilliant,” Feng said. “She’s trapped in her own subconscious, and chances
are she doesn’t realize she has been unseated at all. She is stuck in a dream,
probably a fantasy she’s enjoying the heck out of, with no reason to pull
away.”
“Then
it is just as well that Dodger is going in,” the doc said.
“What
do you expect me to do?” Dodger asked.
“Help
her.”
“How?”
“Go
and free her from whatever fantasy she is trapped in.”
“But
I don’t know anything about little girls, much less what makes up their
dreams.”
“Neither
do I.”
Dodger
and the doc looked to Feng.
Feng
shrugged his thin shoulders. “Don’t look at me. I may know the vast and various
secrets of both the known and unknown universe, but what goes through the mind
of a sleeping young lady eludes even my greatest wisdom.”
“What
will we do?” Boon asked.
The
doc huffed. “I suppose we are at a loss.”
“Excuse
me,” Lelanea said.
The
three men turned as one to the woman.
“Aren’t
you forgetting someone?” Lelanea asked.
“I
don’t think so,” the doc said. He wrinkled his nose. “Unless you think Ched
would know what a young lady dreams. I suppose stranger things have happened. I’ll
go ask him, shall I?”
“I
think she means herself, sir,” Dodger said.
“Why
should she ask Ched?” the doc said. “I am perfectly capable of -”
“You’re
forgetting,” Lelanea said over the doc’s ramblings, “I used to be a young girl.
Granted it’s been a number of years since I’ve experienced the dreams of a
child, but I don’t think things have changed too much. Do you?”
The
doc paused to think about this a moment, tapping his chin and humming aloud as
he mulled the question over in his mind. “Consider how many years it has been,
I would have to say yes. We are much more civilized now, after all.”
Lelanea
cocked her head at her uncle as she narrowed her eyes.
Dodger
could hear the grinding of teeth from where he stood. “I don’t think the years
matter when it comes to the fantasies of a kid. Does this mean you would like
to go in my stead, Miss Lelanea?”
“In
your stead?” she asked. “No. Accompany you, yes.”
“Both
of you go?” the doc asked.
“Is
it possible?” Feng asked.
“I
don’t see why not. I can always work up a third beanie. And truthfully, it
might be for the best. There is no telling what dangers lurk in this child’s
subconscious. Especially considering she has been under the influence of that
maniac.”
Dodger
didn’t like the sound of that.
“Dangers?”
Boon asked. “What do you mean dangers?”
“You
know, dangers. Hazards. Perils. Threats. Come now, Wash, it is a simple enough word.”
“I
know what dangers means,” Boon said with a scowl.
“I
think what the professor is trying to say,” Feng said, “is that being inside of
Sarah’s mind isn’t safe for someone else’s mind.”
“It
certainly isn’t,” the professor agreed.
“But
a dream can’t hurt anyone,” Boon said.
“Not
someone’s body,” the doc said. “It may, however, damage one’s mind. If either
of them should suffer a traumatic shock while exposed to Sarah’s subconscious,
then their brain may never recover.” The doc waggled a finger at Dodger and
Lelanea. “Which means the two of you need to be extra cautious. Don’t go destroying
your psyche while in there. Neither of you will be any good to anyone if you’re
brain dead.”
“Brain
dead?” Dodger said. “That’s a hell of a way to put it.”
“I
should add that once you enter the dream you cannot wake up of your own accord.
Should you face a traumatic situation you won’t wake on your own, because you
are no longer in your own mind. You must either wait until the dreamer awakens
or are removed manually by disconnection from the machine. So please be
careful.”
“What
happens if you don’t have a brain?” Boon asked.
“Don’t
be preposterous,” the doc said. “Everyone has a brain. I know some people act
as though they don’t possess a brain, but I assure you one is there.
Somewhere.”
“You
don’t understand me, sir. What if the mind wandering around in another’s
subconscious gets hurt and there is no brain to injure?”
Dodger
blinked in surprise. He hadn’t considered the fact that Boon could traipse
about in other folks’ minds whenever he liked. Boon already proved himself
capable of the task at hand by unintentionally peeking in on Dodger’s dreams.
“You
can’t be serious,” Dodger said.
“I’m
being perfectly serious,” Boon said.
“Serious
about what?” the doc said.
“You’re
not being serious,” Lelanea said. “You’re being crazy.”
“He’s
not crazy,” Feng said. “He’s insane.”
“Insane
about what?” the doc said.
“It
makes perfect sense,” Boon said.
“What
makes sense!” the doc shouted over the arguing group.
Everyone
fell quiet. Dodger looked to Lelanea, but she kept her anger filled gaze glued
to Boon, who in turn stared at the floor.
“Well?”
the doc asked. “Is someone going to let me know what is going on here?”
“I
can move through folks’ dreams,” Boon said. “Just like you want these two to
do, only without the machine.”
The
doc seemed taken aback by this revelation. He turned his desk chair around to
face the others before he sat down, slowly, as if the weight of the knowledge
was too much to bear. “Can you?”
“Yes,
sir. I never mean to, but I have, on occasion, been drawn into other folks’
dreams. When I’m there I can interact with the dreamer, if I so choose.” Boon
looked to Dodger again as he added, “Or I can just keep quiet and observe.”
“How
exciting,” the doc said. “But you can do this intentionally as well?
“I
believe I can.”
“With
no trouble?”
“It
takes a bit of effort, but nothing I can’t handle.”
The
doc spun around, snatched up a pen, and set to scribbling into a thick journal.
“That settles it then.”
“Does
it?” Boon asked.
“No,”
Lelanea said as she jumped to her feet. “This settles nothing.”
“Of
course it does,” the doc said, without looking up from his notes. “Boon will
accompany you and Dodger.”
“That
isn’t necessary.”
“I
disagree. You are both familiar with Boon. That will come in handy.”
Lelanea
all but growled in disgust. “I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
The
doc finally looked up from his writing to gently smile at his niece. “The
price, my dear darling Ludda, is your sanity. While I never worried about
Ched’s rotten mind when using the DREAM machine, I am concerned about the pair
of you.”
“You
ain’t gotta concern yourself with me, sir,” Dodger said.
“Nor
I,” Lelanea said. “In fact, I’ve changed my mind. I’d rather go alone, if it is
all the same. I am best suited for the task, and I assure you I am capable of
handling myself without an escort. I certainly don’t need two.”
“I
have no doubt about that,” the doc said. “But what you fail to understand is
how easy it is to lose one’s self in the vast landscape of another’s mind. How
easy it is to become integrated into the fantasy. Boon’s presence shall provide
a common thread to which the pair of you can refer when reality begins to slip
away from you.”
“Use
him as a point of reference,” Feng said. “A place to ground yourself when
things get too weird.”
“We
can refer to each other,” Lelanea said.
The
doc ignored her argument. “Then there is the fact that Boon is able to come and
go as he pleases. Which means he can nip out every now and again to keep the
rest of us updated. He can also seek our council should the three of you find
yourselves unable to resolve an issue.”
Dodger
immediately thought of Rex’s recent penchant for mind boggling riddles. “He has
a point there.”
“I
don’t care how many points he has,” Lelanea snapped. “I won’t agree to it until
Uncle answers Boon’s question.”
“What
question?” the doc asked.
“What
will happen to Boon if he suffers a traumatic shock while occupying the child’s
mind?”
The
doc’s eyes filled with worry as he said, “I suspect he would cease to exist.
That his spirit, for lack of a better word, would just disappear.”
“I
see,” Boon said.
The
doc nodded to Boon. “I understand if you do not wish to join them. While your
input would be useful, there is no reason to put yourself in harm’s-”
“I’m
going,” Boon said over the doc.
“Washington?” Lelanea
said. “Are you certain?”
“I
have to—no, I need to do this. I’ve waited for so long to be of use to you
again. All of you. If I can help in any way, no matter how small, then I am
going with you.” He smiled softly at Lelanea. “Besides, how dangerous can a
little girl’s imagination be?”
“You
have no idea,” Lelanea said as she grinned in return.
Dodger
had no idea either, but he didn’t like the looks of that grin.
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