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Madame Camphrey had a long time ago had a tenth alcoholic dream - either about unearthly love or about unearthly civilizations. At least she couldn't hear Porrie conquering the tower of the magpunk point with the help of drawing, metal cats, her father's favourite spell, Hold me, straw me, hold me, and jet-propelled shoes. Having reached the right window, Porrie pulled a loose frame. It was surprisingly easy and even on the joys of the meeting hit him on the forehead, but the hero Pervers stayed on the wall and finally fell over the window sill.
The lights were off and the beds were still empty. All but one, but she was wearing a ghost instead of Mergion. It was only by looking closely that Gutter realized that the girlfriend was covered in a blanket. The ghost did not react to the steps, and, coming up, Porrie thought about the important question: to pull off this blanket, risking to get a heel in the nose, or not. Still, according to his elder sister, Gutter remembered that the girls were always jealous of their territory. It doesn't matter where the area is, in a room or under a blanket. By the time of the final approach Porrie found a compromise: gently pulled the fabric over the edge and whispered:
- Mergi!
The blanket moved, and the girlfriend sticks out her nose:
- Go away.
And then she hid again. But this time it was a sluggish attempt to lie down - it hurt, but even so, it was a good symptom.
Porrie didn't know how to talk the girls into it and make deals with the girls. He didn't know many girls he knew at all. And Mergion was also very unusual, at least Gutter himself thought so. From the first meeting. Porrie sighed and sank to the edge of the bed and asked:
- Why are you hiding?
Silence. Butter made a new attempt:
- It's dark for you there. I brought a flashlight. Mudlovsky, but I made it myself. Do you want to?
- I don't care,- my friend muttered.
Porrie wailed in his head. Who did Mergie turn into? How do I get her back? At least lure her out from under the blanket? What if it's impossible at all? He's never seen the inhabitants of the Way of Light in Brainless, but... maybe they're all getting that way. Extinguished. Faded. Dead.
With his head shaken, Gutter rejected the idea. The ghost in the blanket began to sway from side to side. In the dark, it looked pretty creepy. And Gutter spoke again:
- Mergie... I know you're not well. Really, I do. And I'll do anything to help you. Everything, everything.
Mergiona stopped swinging and asked me a deep question:
- What can you do?
Gutter thought about it and answered firmly:
- I'll invent an anti-morbid tube. So she could give up her magic. After all, it's quite possible, if you calculate the energy quantization correctly, I don't believe that Mordevolt was so clever that one of them could invent it. Am I stupider?
Mergie laughed unexpectedly. It was quiet, but it was as if it were grateful. Gutter was encouraged, and he continued:
- I'm already there while investigating with Browning and Ass, I'm... counting... but not yet, you're sorry. So I only have a flashlight for you. If you... well... scared.
For a while, Mergie was silent and finally called:
- Get in here.
Gutter was a little surprised by such a suggestion. They let him in and let him in close. It must have been a good sign. He obediently covered himself with a blanket with his head. Mergie, who was sitting next to him, was silent - her presence was guessed only by the weak orange smell of hair and uneven breath. Porrie took out a flashlight from his pocket - a very small one hastily soldered from a few zigzags of metal wire. The light of a rather cunning and long spell shone in it - a candle-nots-loses-nots-lighting-another candle. As soon as Mergie took the flashlight, the fire broke out and lit up her face. Porrie specially set up the spell in this way and now he unwittingly smiled:
- It's been a long time since I've seen you.
A friend looked at the flashlight.
- Better turn around. I am not painted. And in general...
- And Luzge really loves Canaryka," said Porrie.
Just to try to make you see the familiar light of curiosity. And he did - Mergie looked up:
- How do you know?
- Ass was talking about them and Buble... well, he was talking about obscenities. And Yugorus almost had him...
- Knocked him in the door? - Mergie exhaled enthusiastically.
Butter couldn't help but smile. For a moment it seemed to him that the old Mergie was there. In the light of the flashlight, even his hair looked like a Firehole again. And he nodded:
- Barely held.
Mergion sighed:
- Miss Susie was a fool after all.
And with that, Gutter was ready to agree.