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Hespa's Story part 4 - Real Life Hespa...

The voice is disembodied, sourceless, and immediately recogniseable as...

"Hespa?!"

Scrambling to her feet, the girl stares around, wild-eyed.  "Hespa! That's you, isn't it?  And I'm... I'm in Alfandra!  But that's impossible!!  What the he- er, the *heck* is going on?!"

**what's going on....well, I *think* i found the thick air point which led to your universe, more specifically to you....i didn't think it was possible for me to exist in an unwritten universe....but here i am!...and, er... there you are**

Hearing Hespa's thoughts leaking out of Thick Air Cira doesn't bother looking around for the Dragoness, he wouldn't be able to see her right now.  Though he does wonder what an 'unwritten universe' is.  Then he wonders if Hespa can hear his thoughts now; ah, but no, he reminds himself Thick Air doesn't work quite that way.  Thoughts are only words when one is in Thick Air.  Ah, but if thoughts can leak out of Thick Air they can probably leak *in* to Thick Air as well.

**yes, cira, i can hear your thoughts, at least those ones....but not for the reason you're thinking....i'm not in thick air, i'm in emma's universe, the place you call rl - real life....and i know what you were thinking just then because it appeared to me as text on a computer screen, the same way it would usually appear to emma**

"ooh, humm."  *frowns*

**that's why emma's never seen me before, except in pictures - when i'm here, she just sees me as text....i know it's confusing, it confuses even me!**

Emma suddenly frowns.  "Hespa... exactly *where* are you??"

**in your bedroom, at your computer (i think I broke your chair, btw, sorry about that), typing you into existance!...you may not remember it, but you've been clamouring to get out of my head ever since we switched places....was i ever that noisy?**

Emma slowly comes to a realisation.  "Of course!  You only exist in Alfandra when I'm sitting at the computer, turning your actions into text!  And now that we've switched places, you're the typist and I'm the creation!"

*looks at the cheesecake he's still holding out to her* "Ah, so you're Emma?  You might remember me then.  I, uh, send you transdimentional email occasionally."

*grin*  "You make a cute little fish!"