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“Sounds suspiciously like something to me. I know you better than you think, so you better come clean. Am I in trouble? You have that look like you two were plotting something.”
Alex quickly jumped in. “It’s nothing we really wanted to bother you with, but do you think we could have a better place, well, actually some place to sleep tonight? It’s not that I’m not grateful, but—”
“Sure. I’ll get the second bedroom ready for you.”
The three of them set up the TV trays and opened the Styrofoam food boxes as they talked.
“Your favorite brand of hot sauce is in the fridge,” JJ said, not appearing to speak to anyone in particular.
Blake immediately jumped up and headed for the refrigerator.
“I ordered your favorite breakfast,” she continued as she turned to Alex. “French toast and two fluffy scrambled eggs with extra sharp cheddar cheese.”
As an excited Blake entered the living room shaking the hot sauce, JJ said to him, “And you have nothing but your favorite, grape jelly.”
“How’d you…?” Alex began, then laughed. “Is there anything you don’t know about us?”
JJ stared into space for a moment as she thought about it. “Probably not.”
“What if,” Blake suggested, “our personalities begin to change ever so slightly while we’re here? Would you know? And would you have control over it?”
JJ took a bite of her breakfast sandwich and raised her eyebrows. As she tilted her head, she answered, “I don’t know. That’s a good question. I’ve never been in this situation before. You two are the first to make the jump.”And with any luck, the last.
“Listen to me, talking like this is normal. And then talking like I expect it to be one of multiple visits from my characters.”
She paused. “Now I have a question for you. How did you know that I ran into that professor guy? What’s his name?”
“Kennedy King Cooper,” Blake answered. “There’s an easy answer to that. You see, we are creations of your mind and that gives us certain privileges into your brain. Basically, as long as you’re thinking about us in any way, we have access to just about all of your thoughts, and uhm…” She could see he was visibly uncomfortable continuing. “Well, Alex, you take it from here.”
“And your emotional state at the time,” she said calmly.
“That’s creepy,” she admitted. “You two knowing just about everything about me.”
“No creepier than you knowing all about us,” Alex said.
“You’ve got a point there,” she said as she took another bite of her breakfast sandwich.
“But I’m still lost how you got here. Did you follow a trail through the woods, did you jump into a black hole? Is there some type of portal between your world and mine?”
Blake drank some more coffee, placing his cup on the tray. “That puzzled me too,” he said, suddenly sounding very serious. His usually light British accent grew more pronounced.
“It was an idea we came up with, talked about, and agreed on. And then before we realized it, our environment had changed. There seemed to be no rational explanation for it.
“But last night, when I couldn’t sleep—”
“Sorry about that, guys,” she apologized again.
He gave her the smile he usually reserved for Alex.
“I read some of the books in your library last night. I believe the explanation is easier than any of us ever imagined. In the volume you have,The Essays of Ralph Waldo Emerson, he states, that ‘the ancestor of every action is a thought.’
“Smart man, especially for the time period he lived in. He was a student of—”
“Focus, honey. Focus,” his partner encouraged. She put her fork down, placed her two hands about four inches apart from each other, as if she were creating some type of path, wagging her hands at him while urging him. “Stay. The. Course.”
“Anyway, to become part of your book originally,” he continued as if he didn’t hear his love, “we had to have been a creation of your thoughts first. Now all this makes sense. What really intrigued me last night, though, was the comment by quite a few of the different writers that the universe cannot tell the difference between action based solely on thought, or imagination, if you will, and action based on hard core facts.”
JJ stared at him, her home fries still on her fork.
