"Yes, of course," it said. "Have you forgotten already?"
Darrel stared at the page blankly. Forgotten what? Yes, what?
Without conscious volition he took a part in the grotesque drama. He began to write on the pad he carried in his pocket. Leyloon peered at him strangely as he wrote, her eyes wide open and somewhat incredulous. He watched the words form under his hand, not knowing what they would be.
"Do you live here, Leyloon?" he wrote.
What a stupid question! He knew she lived here. Why would she turn into the place if she didn't? Why in the name of infinite galaxies did he ask a question like that?
Another sheet was being held out to him.
"Yes. You decided it was."
Decided what was what?
Nonplussed, he stood witness to himself in the act of writing, "But is it inevitable, Leyloon?"