We Are Legion (We Are Bob)

Bob

August 2334

Misty Falls

“We’ll need to look in your trunk, sir,” one of the cops said to me.

I stood frozen for a second, trying to decide if I should make a break for it. Theresa’s voice cut through the silence. “Why in particular would you need to see the contents of my trunk, officer?”

He turned to her, surprise on his face. “Your trunk?”

She gave him an arch look. “Do I look like I can carry that thing around on my own? I’ve paid him two coppers to porter for me. If you keep us too long, the captain will have to delay departure.”

“Oh, uh, and you are?”

“I am Theresa Sykorski, late of the University of Peachland.”