"In the depths of winter
I finally learned there was
in me an invincible summer."



-Albert Camus











Dupres arrived back in his own world.
He quickly found his way to the imprisoned
President Dupres on the directions given by his formerly insane self.

"I'm going to take your place," he said with a resigned determination.
"And you are going back to your own world to fix that mess you helped create."
President Dupres did not argue. "I'm ashamed of what I've done."
He confessed with a lowered head. "I will do all that I can to
repair what I've allowed the clones to do."
Before he left, he warned Dupres that he would meet
with queen Ophelia in the morning.
Dupres used the transporter device to remove them
both outside and then returned to the cell alone.

He quickly fell into a deep sleep and once again found himself
immersed in a litter of kittens. But this time, he couldn't make
himself wake up. The mother cat bathed him with a loving tongue
as he nursed hungrily.
The fear and disgust left him and he found himself feeling
surprisingly comforted. He slept contented, through the night.

When morning came, he was awakened by the guards that came to
take him to his appointment. They were his own soldiers…
from his army of the dead.

"Fuz," he commanded. "What is the meaning of this?"

But his soldier ignored him as they made their way through a
treetop maze of ropes and branches.
The black queen sat in her tree house palace, surrounded by
Dupre's former soldiers, engulfed in the heavy fog of burning peanut oil.
She took a deep breath and savored the smoke for several seconds
before releasing it through her nostrils.
So this was her power, he thought. She controlled the peanut oil,
and all of squirrel-kind.

Her black eyes came to rest upon his and she began to speak.
"I suppose you're wondering what I plan to do with you, Stockton?"

He said nothing but he thought to himself, how beautiful she was.
"You are going to be the father of our new army." She hissed.
As she spoke, Dupres realized that she did not know she
had first captured the wrong squirrel.

This meant that she knew nothing of the Tree of Time!

To be continued . . .



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