"It worked, I tell you," the little pale man pleaded. "He had trouble at first. The electro-chemical process wasn't balanced right -- things altered too fast. He had burns all over him. I think that was what twisted his mind so." The man on the next barstool tapped the little man on the shoulder. "So, if I'm overhearing things correctly, you're saying that some crazy scientist you worked for just up and got himself all invisible-like. Sounds like fun." The little man spun around, his eyes trying to focus. "It isn't funny at all. He doesn't want anyone to know. But I know! So he's not going to let me live. Somebody has to believe me!" "You're drunk!" The man shoved the inebriated little scientist off the stool and turned to other matters. In a dark corner of the bar, a stool shifted itself. |
