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The low rumble from within was a sure tip off. The light headed
feeling, the weakness of the hands and knees, it all fit.

It was snack time.

Getting up from his chair, Dan walked into the kitchen and started
poking around. He hadn't gone to the store in a while, so snacks were
going to be hard to come by. He pulled open a cabinet and started
pushing aside boxes of noodles and jars of sauce. Nothing here would
make a decent snack. No chips, no cookies, no nothing. Not even a
stray Twinkie.

He turned his attention to the refrigerator. He went shelf by shelf
in his hunt, finding outdated milk, five different kinds of mustard,
three kinds of ketchup and some stale rolls. He pulled open the
crisper and found a moldering bag of pre-mixed salad and a bushel of
carrots. Nothing here that would make a snack like he was looking
for.

He closed the door and turned, then stopped.

"Carrots?" he asked no one in particular. "When did I buy carrots?"

Curious, he turned and opened the fridge door again. When he pulled
out the crisper drawer, though, he found nothing but the long departed
salad fixings. He could have sworn that there had been carrots there
a second ago.

Shaking his head, he turned and headed into the bedroom. He'd just
grab his keys and head over the ice cream shop on the corner. They
had a great…

His thoughts trailed off as he looked at the floor of his bedroom.
Far from the cleanest place on earth, it was covered in straw. Not
clean stuff either, but there was definitely evidence of animals all
over it. The strong smell was only just beginning to pervade the
room, as if it had only just been dropped there. "What the hell?" Dan
said under his breath.

He knelt down to feel it, confirming it was real, and then stood up.
Dan felt the blood rising to his ears. Had to be Tom, the idiot down
at the office who took pride in his sadistic jokes. How had that son
of a bitch had gotten into his place, though? Grumbling, Dan went
back to the kitchen to get a trash bag and went straight back.

He stopped at the door, shocked. The floor was clean, completely.
There wasn't the slightest trace of hay or anything, not even a
lingering smell! He'd only been down the hall for a minute or two!

Nervous now, Dan backed away from the bedroom. What the hell was
going on?

"Control, this is Acolyte Furst. We've got a glitch."

Dan jolted and turned around, seeing the man standing in his living
room. At least, it sorta looked like a man in an androgynous kind of
way. He was dressed in flowing robes and had a slight glow to him.
"Who are you?" asked Dan both in anger and in awe.

The man ignored him. "I'm not sure, but this is the fifth one in the
subsection. Please advise."

Dan realized that the man was talking to someone else, though he
didn't seem to have anything like a phone or walkie talkie on him.
"Who are you?" repeated Dan, "And what are you doing in my apartment?"

"What are you talking about, control? Fifteen faults? That's not
possible. I've only edited five." He paused, seeming to listen to
someone for a moment. "Oh my, that is bad. All in this apartment
block? Any idea why we're only seeing this now?" He paused. "You're
kidding! They know better than that!"

Dan started to walk toward the man. "I asked you a question, damnit!"
he yelled, getting angry. He reached out to grab the man, but fell
onto the sofa as he passed through. Something wrapped around his
face suddenly. Panicked, Dan ripped it off, then stared at it. A
bridle? Where had that come from?

The man continued to talk without seeming to notice. "Okay, I see.
Damn, I hate when this happens. We can't just keep making edits like
this, though. We need to resolve the conflict one way or the other.
How much time do we have?" The man sighed at the answer. "You know
what'll happen to everything caught in the edit? You'll need to get
His approval. There are currently twelve individuals who would be
caught." The man just nodded. "I wish there was a better way, but
we've got to correct this in a hurry before we lose the whole region.
You remember what happened when Soret delayed in the marketplace in
Parthis. Atlantis went away."

Dan wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he wasn't about to
stick around here. This was getting too strange. Rolling off the
sofa, he raced for the door. He reached out to grab the doorknob and
felt it slam into rough wood. He looked at the door in shock. It was
no longer the white painted door, but a rough hewn double door with no
way to open from this side! That's when he noticed that his hand
wasn't a hand anymore. It was a hoof. "Oh my God!" he screamed in
terror.

The man in the robes was looking through Dan at the door. "Control,
we've had two more faults. Do we have permission to reset?" He
paused and nodded. "Okay, resetting."

Dan opened his mouth to say something, but the world shifted around
him. The apartment vanished, replaced by the encroaching reality of
the stable. The horse that had been Dan stood a moment in confusion
as the nausea of the shift passed. The sounds of the other horses
settled to the occasional heavy sigh. Without a memory of anything in
the past, the horse went to sniffing around the feed bin for a bit of
grain.

It was still snack time.

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