"Transportation?" Alis squeezed the arm she was holding. "Why? Don't you like it here?"
"If you mean don't I like you, the answer is yes, of course I do. But if I don't get out of this handcuff soon so I can take a bath and get into clean clothes, you're not going to like me."
"You're still quite acceptable, if a bit whiskery." She stopped, still holding his arm, and he turned so they were face to face. "So kiss me," she said, "before you deteriorate."
They were in the midst of an extremely pleasant kiss when the brief case at the end of Don's handcuff began to talk to him.
III
Much of the rest of the world was inclined to regard the elevation of Superior, Ohio, as a Fortean phenomenon in the same category as flying saucers and sea monsters.
The press had a field day. Most of the headlines were whimsical:
Town Takes Off
Superior Lives Up To Name