Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom

feelings.' I stopped short of offering to get her a glass of water.

Put her at her ease, said a snotty voice in my head. She'll make a better witness. Or make her nervous, pathetic-that'll work, too; make Debra look even worse.

I told the voice to shut up and got her a cup of water.

By the time I came back, the whole gang was there. Debra, Lil, her folks, Tim. Debra's gang and Lil's gang, now one united team. Soon to be scattered.

Dan took the stage, used the stageside mic to broadcast his voice. 'Eleven months ago, I did an awful thing. I plotted with Debra to have Julius murdered. I used a friend who was a little confused at the time, used her to pull the trigger. It was Debra's idea that having Julius killed would cause enough confusion that she could take over the Hall of Presidents. It was.'

There was a roar of conversation. I looked at Debra, saw that she was sitting calmly, as though Dan had just accused her of sneaking an extra helping of dessert. Lil's parents, to either side of her, were less sanguine. Tom's jaw was set and angry, Rita was speaking angrily to Debra. Hickory Jackson in the old Hall used to say, I will hang the first man I can lay hands on from the first tree I can find.

'Debra had herself refreshed from backup after we planned it,' Dan went on, as though no one was talking. 'I was supposed to do the same, but I didn't. I have a backup in my public directory-anyone can examine it. Right now, I'd like to bring Jeanine up, she's got a few words she'd like to say.'

I helped Jeanine take the stage. She was still trembling, and the ad-hocs were an insensate babble of recriminations. Despite myself, I was enjoying it.

'Hello,' Jeanine said softly. She had a lovely voice, a lovely face. I wondered if we could be friends when it was all over. She probably didn't care much about Whuffie, one way or another.

The discussion went on. Dan took the mic from her and said, 'Please! Can we have a little respect for our visitor? Please? People?'

Gradually, the din decreased. Dan passed the mic back to Jeanine. 'Hello,' she said again, and flinched from the sound of her voice in the Hall's PA. 'My name is Jeanine. I'm the one who killed Julius, a year ago. Dan asked me to, and I did it. I didn't ask why. I trusted-trust-him. He told me that Julius would make a backup a few minutes before I shot him, and that he could get me out of the Park without getting caught. I'm very sorry.' There was something off-kilter about her, some stilt to her stance and words that let you know she wasn't all there. Growing up in a mountain might do that to you. I snuck a look at Lil, whose lips were pressed together. Growing up in a theme park might do that to you, too.

'Thank you, Jeanine,' Dan said, taking back the mic. 'You can have a seat now. I've said everything I need to say-Julius and I have had our own discussions in private. If there's anyone else who'd like to speak-'

The words were barely out of his mouth before the crowd erupted again in words and waving hands. Beside me, Jeanine flinched. I took her hand and shouted in her ear: 'Have you ever been on the Pirates of the Carribean?'

She shook her head.

I stood up and pulled her to her feet. 'You'll love it,' I said, and led her out of the Hall.

Chapter 10

I booked us ringside seats at the Polynesian Luau, riding high on a fresh round of sympathy Whuffie, and Dan and I drank a dozen lapu-lapus in hollowed-out pineapples before giving up on the idea of getting drunk.

Jeanine watched the fire-dances and the torch-lighting with eyes like saucers, and picked daintily at her spare ribs with one hand, never averting her attention from the floor show. When they danced the fast hula, her eyes jiggled. I chuckled.

From where we sat, I could see the spot where I'd waded into the Seven Seas Lagoon and breathed in the blood-temp water, I could see Cinderella's Castle, across the lagoon, I could see the monorails and the ferries and the busses making their busy way through the Park, shuttling teeming masses of guests from place to place. Dan toasted me with his pineapple and I toasted him back, drank it dry and belched in satisfaction.

Full belly, good friends, and the sunset behind a troupe of tawny, half-naked hula dancers. Who needs the Bitchun Society, anyway?

When it was over, we watched the fireworks from the beach, my toes dug into the clean white sand. Dan slipped his hand into my left hand, and Jeanine took my right. When the sky darkened and the lighted barges puttered away through the night, we three sat in the hammock.

I looked out over the Seven Seas Lagoon and realized that this was my last night, ever, in Walt Disney World. It was time to reboot again, start afresh. That's what the Park was for, only somehow, this visit, I'd gotten stuck. Dan had unstuck me.

The talk turned to Dan's impending death.

'So, tell me what you think of this,' he said, hauling away on a glowing cigarette.

'Shoot,' I said.

'I'm thinking-why take lethal injection? I mean, I may be done here for now, but why should I make an irreversible decision?'

'Why did you want to before?' I asked.

'Oh, it was the macho thing, I guess. The finality and all. But hell, I don't have to prove anything, right?'

'Sure,' I said, magnanimously.

'So,' he said, thoughtfully. 'The question I'm asking is, how long can I deadhead for? There are folks who go down for a thousand years, ten thousand, right?'

'So, you're thinking, what, a million?' I joked.

He laughed. 'A million? You're thinking too small, son. Try this on for size: the heat death of the universe.'

'The heat death of the universe,' I repeated.

'Sure,' he drawled, and I sensed his grin in the dark. 'Ten to the hundred years or so. The Stelliferous Period-it's when all the black holes have run dry and things get, you know, stupendously dull. Cold, too. So I'm thinking-why not leave a wake-up call for some time around then?'

'Sounds unpleasant to me,' I said. 'Brrrr.'

'Not at all! I figure, self-repairing nano-based canopic jar, mass enough to feed it-say, a trillion-ton asteroid-and a lot of solitude when the time comes around. I'll poke my head in every century or so, just to see what's what, but if nothing really stupendous crops up, I'll take the long ride out. The final frontier.'

'That's pretty cool,' Jeanine said.

'Thanks,' Dan said.

'You're not kidding, are you?' I asked.

'Nope, I sure ain't,' he said.

***

They didn't invite me back into the ad-hoc, even after Debra left in Whuffie-penury and they started to put the Mansion back the way it was. Tim called me to say that with enough support from Imagineering, they thought they could get it up and running in a week. Suneep was ready to kill someone, I swear. A house divided against itself cannot stand, as Mr. Lincoln used to say at the Hall of Presidents.

I packed three changes of clothes and a toothbrush in my shoulderbag and checked out of my suite at the Polynesian at ten a.m., then met Jeanine and Dan at the valet parking out front. Dan had a runabout he'd picked up with my Whuffie, and I piled in with Jeanine in the middle. We played old Beatles tunes on the stereo all the long way to Cape Canaveral. Our shuttle lifted at noon.

The shuttle docked four hours later, but by the time we'd been through decontam and orientation, it was