Part XIV:
The part of town they were in was certainly far from what one would call “safe.” In fact, it was the site of many a late night divergence into crime and the less useful things that society gets itself involved in. Somehow, Jiggle and Lesley were lucky enough to manage their way around becoming victims of a heretic’s demise at this point.
Noticing that the building they were running into was dark, wide open, and seemingly evacuated made Lesley rather uneasy. This, among the general malfeasance of what they were doing, made the innards of her abdomen swim about in a most uncomfortable manner. With his hand raised way above his head, clearing away the cobwebs as he walked, Jiggle made his way to the staircase of the building.
“It is a wonder that a building this size could be left abandoned for any length of time,” Jiggle called back to Lesley, who was now almost in the tall chamber of stairs. “I estimate there are somewhere in the neighborhood of seventy-one floors. I have never been able to successfully count them and they aren’t numbered.”
Taken aback by this arcane statement, that barely crossed the synapse it was intended to, Lesley could only mutter a “Righto!”
To be continued…
