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it this way. Let’s start with the sun. There’s a lot of energy in the sun. Right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “So when the sun sends out all that energy to our planet, what do you think happens to it?”
    “It fades away?”
    “No, more like the energy gives itself away.” MacArthur glanced at Guinevere. “He won’t be able to understand. He doesn’t understand time, either.”
    “Yeah, I do.” Blake squinted. “Sort of.”
    “See what I mean, Guinevere?” MacArthur sat and with his hind leg, began vigorously scratching one of his ears.
    Guinevere turned to Blake. “Let me try again.” An amazingly beautiful flower grew from the ground in front of her. It looked like a daisy, but each petal was a different color. “This flower is borrowing the sun’s energy to grow, just like everything else in the universe.”
    “Borrowing?”
    “Of course. The flower doesn’t keep all that energy for itself. That’s not how things work.”
    A large brown rabbit with droopy ears hopped out of the red mist near Blake and ate the flower.
    Guinevere looked up at Blake. “Now do you see? The flower borrowed the sun’s energy so it could grow into a beautiful plant. The rabbit ate the flower. Now the rabbit has the sun’s energy.”
    “What does this have to do with me?”
    “This energy doesn’t stop at flowers, Blake,” MacArthur said. “The knowledge of the past gives energy to the future. Time and space? Just part of the whole enchilada.” MacArthur tilted his head and looked at Blake.
    He sighed and inspected the colors around him. An enchilada sounded really good right now. He needed to eat.
    Guinevere sat next to MacArthur. “You’re inside light, Blake, in the middle of a particle.”
    He looked around. “How can I be inside a light particle?”
    “It’s just a matter of size,” MacArthur explained. “You’re just a speck right now. Actually, you’re less than a speck.”
    “The power of the Rellium starts with the smallest particle, invisible but still there.” Guinevere dug a peephole in the purple squish. “Look. It’s your house.”
    Blake dropped to his knees in the gunk and peered through the opening. His mother was reading the back of a bag of chocolate chips while the kitchen TV blared some talk show about how not to look fat. “Hey, Mom! Mom!”
    “She can’t hear you,” the chronicle said from nearby. “You’re just a particle in the invisible space above her.”
    Blake sat hard in the squish and cradled his head in hands. “I never asked for any of this.”
    MacArthur turned to Guinevere. “I think he needs to see it.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know. The last time we opened it, we almost couldn’t close it again. Dagonblud’s damage to the membrane was so extensive that--”
    “He needs to see it.”
    “See what?” Blake asked quickly.
    Guinevere paused. “All right,” she said finally, “but let’s hope there’s enough power to close the membrane.”
    MacArthur turned to the chronicle. “If it can’t be closed, your service to the Rellium will forever be remembered.”
    “What are you talking about?” Blake persisted. He was getting frustrated.
    “The membrane of the Rellium. It’s the barrier that separates the dark energy or antimatter of the Tolucan world from the light energy or matter of your world,” she explained.
    “Open it,” MacArthur said to Guinevere.
    She moved toward the peephole. The colors around Blake swirled down the hole where he had seen his mother. Misty gray darkness replaced the light and filled the air with a disgusting stench. He’d smelled it before. Where?
    He buried his face in his sleeve and tried to hold his breath.
    “When the power of the Rellium is gone, dark energy consumes everything around it. Light is gone. Lessons are over. We are left with darkness and ignorance.”
    “Have you seen enough?” Guinevere asked.
    Blake gagged. “What am I seeing?”
    “You’re getting a glimpse of your world if the Tolucan steals