Phyllis Esposito: Interdimensional Private-Eye #57

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Preview of #57:

The next thing I knew, the towel was plucked off of my face, and Eddie was looking down at me. “No time to lose, Phyllis,” she said. “Chop chop!”

I blinked, sat up quickly enough that it made me a little dizzy, and asked myself how I felt.

That I even had the presence of mind to ask the question told me that it had been at least an hour since I took the sponge. The initial rush had faded.

I looked at the display on my portal generator. It was three in the afternoon, a little over two hours since I’d taken the sponge. Now that the walls had stopped singing to me, I was able to focus a little better. I had probably another ten hours of gradually diminishing effects before I’d start to crash.

Eddie snapped her fingers behind me, and I turned around. “Let’s discuss, shall we? I do have other appointments today.”

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