By Molly Halloran
(The following evening)
Sarah found herself standing on the boardwalk outside “Cooper’s General Store.”
“Where am I?” She asked herself out loud, “What is this place and what am I doing here?”
To her left was a well-maintained, but obviously very old red pick-up truck. She looked out into the darkness and observed that she was obviously in a small town—across the road was a gas station and a café. There were a number of people going into the café, but before she could decide whether to walk over, a voice to her left startled her.
“Hello Sarah,” the voice greeted her by name, “Boomer and I’ve been wonderin’ if you’d get here before the meeting tonight.”
Startled, she turned towards the voice and saw two two-dimensional, familiar figures standing next to her…
“Grandad!” she exclaimed, “Hi! I guess I’m in Danger Bay, huh.”
“You are,” Boomer piped up, “and you have an important meeting to attend, since you are a business owner here.”
“You must be Boomer,” Sarah replied as she began to get her bearings, “Business owner?”
“Look there,” Jay answered smiling and pointing to the sign on the store.
“Cooper’s General Store,” she read aloud, “I guess I’d better get over there. I wonder what dog ordinances they have here.”
To be Continued…