Tom Joebob smiled and nodded. "You are welcome."
He thought about what she had said. Twisted his words? If he could have, perhaps. But that was not a skill he had. He just couldn't talk very well in general.
Tamika could, though. That was part of why he had loved her. Still loved her, in fact. Seeing her with another tore him apart.
She's not herself, he reminded himself. It's not her fault.
The woman stood on the ground.
In front of her was a shadowy figure, holding a key.
"Come on," she whispered. "Come on..."
With a pop, Sam appeared in the Cognitive realm, clutching his Portal Key. He looked around, confused.
The woman smiled, and decked him. She grabbed the Key from his bewildered grasp.
In an instant, she was standing on the deck of the ship. She pulled out her Skeleton Key and ran it through one of the handerfles.
"Where are you, Joebob?" she called out. "And where have you hidden her?"