water and the trees. I was just getting ready to go when I heard a soft ping inside my cochlea. “Damn,” I said. “I’ve got a call.” “Tell them you’re busy,” she said. “I will,” I said, and answered the call subvocally. “Julius here.” “Hi, Julius. It’s Dan. You got a minute?” I knew a thousand Dans, but I recognized the voice immediately, though it’d been ten years since we last got drunk at the Gazoo together. I muted the subvocal and said, “Lil, I’ve got to take this. Do you mind?” “Oh, no, not at all,” she sarcased at me. She sat up and pulled out her crack pipe and lit up. “Dan,” I subvocalized, “long time no speak.” “Yeah, buddy, it sure has been,” he said, and his voice cracked on a sob. I turned and gave Lil such a look, she dropped her pipe. “How can I help?” she said, softly but swiftly. I waved her off and switched the phone to full-vocal mode. My voice sounded unnaturally loud in the cricket-punctuated calm. “Where you at, Dan?” I asked. “Down here, in Orlando. I’m stuck out on Pleasure Island.” “All right,” I said. “Meet me at, uh, the Adventurer’s Club, upstairs on the couch by the door. I’ll be there in—” I shot a look at Lil, who knew the castmember-only roads better than I. She flashed ten fingers at me. “Ten minutes.” “Okay,” he said. “Sorry.” He had his voice back under control. I switched off. “What’s up?” Lil asked. “I’m not sure. An old friend is in town. He sounds like he’s got a problem.” Lil pointed a finger at me and made a trigger-squeezing gesture. “There,” she said. “I’ve just dumped the best route to Pleasure Island to your public directory. Keep me in the loop, okay?” I set off for the utilidoor entrance near the Hall of Presidents and booted down the stairs to the hum of the underground tunnel-system. I took the slidewalk to cast parking and zipped my little cart out to Pleasure Island. I found Dan sitting on the L-shaped couch underneath rows of faked-up trophy shots with humorous captions. Downstairs, castmembers were working the animatronic masks and idols, chattering