Miles looked shocked. “I don’t think we need to do grocery shopping this week!”Gaping at full freezer

My husband and I were gaping at a giant chest freezer so full I doubted we could fit one more frozen hamburger in it. We had just finished checking out the refrigerator and the pantry, also bulging with foodstuff, fuller than I could remember seeing them in recent years.

Falling out of manuscriptDollar signs waving goodbye 3Ever since my characters had begun falling out of my manuscript to live in the real world with Miles and me, food had become a very large part of our budget – Miles often complained that we were headed for the poor house – and shopping for meals had become a very large part of our weekly schedules.

Grocery shopping

A Full FreezerI continued gaping at the freezer. “I guess not.” I raked my hand through my hair and frowned. “My characters are still on their illusory trip, so they evidently haven’t been eating here this week.”

MilesMiles turned to me, the emotions flickering across his face clearly showing concern warring with hope. “They’ve been gone a long time now. Are you sure they’re coming back? Maybe they found their way back into the manuscript. Or maybe they like wherever they went on their trip better than they liked living here with us.”

MeI sighed and chewed on my lower lip. I knew Miles would be happy if my characters disappeared and left us to enjoy a normal life, but they had given me no reason to believe they were leaving forever.

My characters had told my husband and me they were giving us a gift. They were going on an illusory trip to give my husband and me some time alone. But I had no idea where they were or when they would be back . . . or if they would be back. They had been gone the better part of a week now, and I was starting to worry.

“Honey?” Miles put his hand on my arm.

I sighed again. “Well, I don’t have any answers. I guess we just skip the grocery shopping until next week. We’ll see if they’re back by then.”

Need to clean the garageMiles nodded. “Well, if we don’t have to go grocery shopping today, maybe I can get the garage cleaned out. I’ve been trying to get that done for a while now, but there always seems to be other things that interrupt our schedule.”

Computer_keyboard“Yeah, there always seems to be something going on. With my characters gone, maybe I’ll be able get some writing done today.”

Feather in conference roomOn my way to my office I glanced into the conference room and stopped dead in my tracks. It stood empty now, as it had when I had looked there for my characters just a few days ago, but I noticed something new. On the floor under the window was a large, black feather.

Morcant's familiarMy mouth went dry, and my mind conjured the image of a large, milky-eyed grackle, the familiar of the most dangerous wizard any world had ever known.

Shadow, not featherBut that’s impossible! I told myself. We eliminated the threat of Morcant years ago. I shook my head and crept cautiously over to examine the feather. I laughed. It wasn’t a feather at all, just a shadow on the floor.

Being watchedEver since my characters had departed for their illusory trip, I had been jumping at all sorts of shadows. I felt as if I was being watched, even thinking I caught movement out of the corner of my eye several times. Then, a few nights ago, I thought I had seen a huge pair of eyes watching me from the ceiling of my bedroom.

It had taken Miles more than an hour to calm me down and convince me it had been just a dream. Still, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling of being watched.

146-computer-free-vector-clip-art-lI told myself to snap out of it, that it was all my imagination. I went to my office and sat down at my desk. I turned on the computer, and waited for the old machine to boot up, a process that seemed to take longer every day. I started daydreaming.

Where did they goI tried to picture my characters on their illusory trip. Where would they have gone? The mountains? The beach? Some fantasy world of their own design? Or perhaps Miles was right, and they were not on an illusory trip at all. Perhaps they had found their way back into the manuscript.

Did they go homeThey would be so happy back home. My Foreman and the lads would be back on the horse farm belonging to my Young Hero’s father, with its miles of white-washed fencing enclosing emerald green pastures. Sorceress would be back on the lush tropical island where her people lived in relative isolation. Dragon would be back in her beloved desert, basking in the vast, scorching sea of sand dunes with the jackals and scorpions, never needing to warm herself by her illusory fireplace. And the others? Where would the others be? And would any of them miss Miles and me? Would they even remember us?

I wiped a tear from my eye and dragged myself from my bitter-sweet musings and glanced over to see if the computer had finished booting up yet. I screamed. A pair of eyes filled the computer screen.


Miles came running down the stairs and into the room. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

I pointed. Miles looked at the computer, then looked at me questioningly. The monitor displayed only my usual desktop, a picture of a Bald Eagle I had taken a few years ago, surrounded by various icons.

My computer monitor

I stammered. “B . . . b . . . but there was someone watching me! There was a pair of eyes on the monitor.” I was almost hysterical.

Am I imagining things, or is someone watching me? Will my characters return from their trip and help me investigate, or are they gone forever, back into the manuscript from which they fell, or in some illusory world they like better than this world? Be sure to come back and watch as this mystery unfolds. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

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