the hall.
“Hey, hey, Diana,” asked Vom. “Is it dinnertime already? Where are we going?”
“We were hoping to keep it just the two of us,” said Diana.
“Oh.” His mouths frowned. “Okay. That’s cool.”
“Let him come along,” said Sharon. “He’s cute.”
“You’ve been spending too much time around monsters,” said Diana.
Vom stuck out his lower lip and tilted his fuzzy green head in her direction.
“Oh, fine. But we’re not gng to any buffets.”
On the outside Diana took a moment to study the moon in the night sky. The glowing orb was a little fuzzy around the edges. She focused her powers and willed it into place.
Fenris had absorbed the original moon with his escape, and Diana had taken it upon herself to create a replacement for the sake of the ecosystem. Such was her power now that it hadn’t been difficult, although the moon’s existence did demand most of her magic and required periodic reinforcement. Imagining a moon into being kept her more arbitrary wishes from forcing themselves on the universe, and she called that a win-win.
There was another other-dimensional refugee waiting at the bottom of the steps. Waiting for her.
In the few months since the Fenris incident, Diana had begun picking up strays. Some were brought to her by people like her. Wardens who had stumbled into contact with the unnatural. Others were like this newest one, simply sitting on the doorstep, drawn to her by the mysterious aura that made her a beacon for things lost in time and space.
She’d stopped being reluctant when she realized that the creatures, for all their faults, were just lost and confused. Like Fenris, they were just waiting for their chance to escape. In the meantime, all they really wanted was a safe place to stay for a while.
The furry mushroom with stumpy legs whimpered as she approached.
“It’s okay,” she said. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Why don’t you go inside and make yourself comfortable? I’ll be back in a few hours.”
The creature yipped. It rapidly trundled (as rapidly as anything could trundle) up the stairs and ran into the building.
“You must be running out of room,” said Sharon.
“The apartment is a lot bigger than I realized,” replied Diana.
She was discovering new doors daily. Space was a more flexible concept than most ever conceived.
“I still think we should be a little more selective,” said
Vom. “If you keep adopting every little horror you come across, something bad could happen.”
“Bad like what?” asked Diana.
“I don’t know. Bad like bad. Weren’t you the one terrified about too many monsters messing up your life? Or if the universe would smack you down for gathering too much supernatural power?”
“I was,” she said. “But I’m over that. I don’t think the universe cares if I have power. It just cares what I do with it. And if I don’t do anything too radical then I think everything will be okay.”
A few gray clouds sprinkled rain on the block. Diana willed them away. Small magics burned away the little bits left to her after her preservation of the moon. She couldn’t help having some unwanted influence on reality, but little wishes kept her power in cheheight=' was all about balance, a fine touch.
“I never apologized,” said Sharon. “For that thing with the cult.”
“You don’t need to.”
“But I almost stopped you from saving the world.”
“I didn’t save the world. I almost destroyed it.”
“Don’t be modest. You reminded Calvin what it was like to be human.”
“He would’ve remembered on his own. You’re the one who spent years with him, really showing him.”
“Possibly. But I think you sticking around to fight was what really struck the chord.”
Diana smiled. She didn’t know if she agreed, but it was a nice thought so she elected to believe it.
At the restaurant Chuck was waiting for a table too. He was with a date. Diana didn’t actively avoid him, but she didn’t go out of her way to talk to him either. At one point he looked over at her, and she smiled. He didn’t smile back. His brow furrowed, and he turned his back to her. She couldn’t blame him. She doubted he even remembered her in any detail, and the furry green world-eater with her no doubt rattled his senses. Chuck and Diana walked in different worlds, and while those worlds might brush up against each other, they would never meet for long.
“How’s the cult going?” asked Diana.
“Finished,” replied Sharon. “It just hasn’t been the same after Calvin left. Then Greg gave it up because it conflicted with his new obsession: fantasy football league. Kind of drifted apart after that.”
“Shame.”
“Tell me about it. Now I have to figure out what to do with my Saturday nights.”
“You still miss him, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Sharon glanced up at the moon. “I know it’s for the best. I know he didn’t belong here. But I miss him.”
“It’s tough to let someone go sometimes.”
“Do you think he was telling the truth?” asked Sharon. “Do you think he still thinks of me?”
“I wouldn’t doubt it,” said Diana.
“That’s something at least.” Sharon half-smiled. “I thought about trying to find a new guy, someone who needed me the way he did. But it just strikes me as pathetic, right? He was one of a kind. Even as monsters go, we won’t see anything like him for a long, long time.”
“If we’re lucky,” said Diana.
“Doesn’t change the fact that I miss him.”
“You need a rebound guy. One with less baggage. Preferably one who doesn’t corrode reality.”p>
Sharon laughed. “I’m not sure I would know how to handle that.”
“You’ll handle it, just like we all do.”
“And how’s that, oh wise sage?”
“Knock it off.” Diana gave Sharon a playful shove.
“No, really. I want to know. How do you handle it? How do you deal with being a keeper of monsters and secrets and things this world was never meant to know?”
The universe shuddered as a hole appeared in the sky. A giant serpentine eye gazed down upon the world, and whether it glimpsed anything worth noticing or not, it disappeared.
Diana shrugged, smiled slightly.
“One day at a time.”
By A. Lee Martinez
*I might have been thinking of Clint Howard, but then again, I might be mistaken. Although he does a hell of a job, and was excellent in
