The Bar at the End of the Universe

After his ordeal, Harper landed in the bar, his whole body sweaty and shaking.

The wounds from his shoulder and thigh were gone, though, and so were the chemical burns on his face.

"Oh heaven, you do have mercy, thank the Divine, thank everything, thankyouthankyouthankyou."

What the hell had that been? A hallucination?

He knew he'd seen the kid though, the little girl in the shadows.

Still shaking, he managed to climb to a stand with the aid of a table and chair, and made his way to the bar. Quickly and rather manically, he scrabbled for some paper, since there was a dearth of flexies in his pockets. He wrote down the following in an extremely shaky hand, with the spelling of a second grader:

( Attenshion, to Sekurity and whoever else is in charj of this wakky place: )

There was another note. This one he didn't expect would ever be read, but it was worth a shot:

( alesa-- )

Leaving the notes with the bar, he staggered off to the garage to sleep in the Maru, preferably while jacked in, so he had no dreams.