Alex and Hannah

Part One: In Media Res

With some trepidation, Alex approached the mirror. "Alex Guiness wouldn't be too bad," he thought. "Ewan McGregor would be better." When he looked, however, it was his own familiar face that stared back at him. But wait. Where were his glasses? "I guess Jedi don't need glasses." Before, without them, Alex functioned at about the white cane level. Now, he couldn't even remember when he lost them.

"How long has it been?" he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Ninety minutes, an hour and a half and Hannah was not there! Dread crept into his heart. Surely the hotel room would be the logical place to come to. She was a creature of logic now, wasn't she? There were two other costumes. What were they? He didn't think to ask. It wasn't important then, it was all too vital now.

There was nothing for it but to find her. First, he wrote a note telling her to stay put, if she came while he was gone. Next, he needed to get out of his Jedi garb, no sense in setting off another Sith Lord. He stripped and put on jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. He had just stood-up when things began to change. The sneakers climbed his ankles and became boots, the jeans turned white and the t-shirt expanded into a kind of kimono, also white. "Curiouser and curiouser," he said aloud. "We're really down the rabbit-hole now." He headed for the door. "No time to quarrel with it. I'll have to go as is."

He turned the door-handle, but found he couldn't leave. There was nothing wrong with the door, he just couldn't leave. "Now what! . . . Oh, right." He extended his hand, the light-saber lying on the bed lept into it. "I'll probably need that anyway."

Part Two: A First Step Into a Larger World

Alex met Hannah