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Mr. Fick spent several life times analyzing his predicament in the split second
between hanging in thin air, and tumbling through it. The first thing Tanis realized
was that his forty foot estimate concerning the dimensional make up of the object was off by
about a gazillion or so feet - that's about a gazillion or so meters in metric. The
second thing he realized, and most fortunately for Tanis, was that a catwalk of sort lie only
about twelve feet directly below him - even if it was coming up to greet him at a very rapid
pace. And the third thing - well there was no third thing; just a
thud.
An unmeasurable time later, and still dazed, Tanis lifted his head slightly; his
hat was gone. Focusing his foggy eyes, closing his eyes, shaking head, opening his
eyes, and focusing again slowly brought the world - or a world - into
view.
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