Dreams, part 5
So he tried to reload and it worked. We could not figure out what the problem was, and then I remembered I was using daytime minutes, and told him I would call him back. Then I was about to start down the trail again, when I noticed that the soil was very red, like we have it here in Georgia. And I looked up, and there was one of those “removalist Sydney” guys standing in my way, doing something, with his back turned to me. I tried waiting a minute, but that didn’t help, and so I cleared my throat. He stayed put. (There’s more.)