|The mystery guest drew himself up. "Well, I guess there's nothing else I can do here," he said proudly. "You people get on with whatever you're doing."|
The mystery guest headed for the replacement rental. The leasing people hadn't been eager to give him anything newer after he rear-ended the ambulance at the cake-eating contest. He grimaced when he got to his loaner. The whole cake-eating fiasco had been about botulism, not the incident on the reception line, damn it.
The prosthetic limb was bothering him too. Or maybe, the mystery guest reflected as a couple of security guards moved towards him in the distance, what was bothering him was its phantom.
Next time: aliens refuse to abduct the mystery guest!