Hapless opened the box.There was a lovely woman in shorts and a halter, wearing hair curlers and sandals, sitting on a crude wooden throne. The words were ISIS ORB.“Can that really be her?” Hapless asked, surprised. “I thought she’d be in a shining royal gown.”“It must show her when she’s not making a formal presentation,” Feline said. “I suppose even goddesses don’t wear their finery all the time; it would get soiled.”“That must be it,” he agreed. But he still wondered.The path, to their amazement, led straight to the comic strip. Could she be in there? Or did they merely have to pass through it to reach her?“I am glad we practiced how to handle the comic strip,” Zed said. “We did not know we’d be using that knowledge so soon.”“But we shouldn’t need it while we’re on the path,” Faro pointed out. “It protects us from bad things.”“And what happens once we reach her, and the path ends?” Feline asked.“We’d better have our mission in hand,”
