Two days after Davy returned home, we had visitors. After a late breakfast the morning after our first gig with Davy in a full month, we were relaxing in the living room before heading out to do war games. There was a bright flash of light and two badly injured people, a man and a woman, appeared in the middle of the living room.
<<Monkees, I have need of your help,>> a voice announced in our mind. We looked up to see a tall woman dressed in silver-coloured Greco-Roman attire.
"Roma?" I whispered.
<<It is I. I am glad you recognize me chosen one. Do you recognize these two?>> She pointed to the pair on our living room floor. I walked over and knelt by them.
"Aggie! Al! What happened?" I gasped as I recognized the pair of leapers from my fanfic collaboration with Enola.
<<They met an enemy that was too much for them. Normally they would go to the cabin but for once their injuries are too severe for Albert to handle himself. I need you to nurse them back to health. Ericka Peterson is an excellent healer and will help them regain their fighting strength.>>
"I . . . uh yeah we will. Peter, call Ericka right away!" I said.
<<Not you. You, Lenora Dolenz, and you, George Michael Dolenz, are needed to take their place while they heal.>>
"Why us?" Micky asked.
"Aggie and Al are linked . . . so are we . . . " I mused.
<<You are correct. For the missions they are given, a link is necessary. It is easier for me to choose a pair who are already linked instead of a pair who are not.>>
"But . . . how long will we be gone?" Micky asked.
"Yeah, what are we gonna do without them? We can’t cancel more gigs!" Mike said.
<<I estimate they will be healed in five weeks time. David can take Michael’s place, Peter and Isabel can cover Lenora’s.>>
"Me?" Davy squeaked.
"I . . . I can’t play a gig!" Isa protested.
<<You will.>> Roma’s tone brooked no disagreement. <<Say your goodbyes, and get ready to leap.>>
Micky and I quickly hugged everyone. "Take care of yourself, shotgun," I whispered to Peter. He nodded. Micky and I stepped up to the bandstand and held hands. A handlink appeared in my free hand.
<<I believe you know what this is for Lenora,>> Roma said. I nodded, sliding it into my pocket. <<Godspeed and good luck.>> I felt a tingling sensation and the Pad vanished in a flash of blue light.
Last updated 22 JAN 99
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