Andrew smiled as though to himself. "Well, sure, if a turtle's going to talk to me in a vision, no reason why I shouldn't answer it. We're in Virginia, near a place called Farmville. Yesterday around this time, we were nearly decimated by General Lee's troups, who passed through here like a whirlwind. I and my men are all that's left of our regiment, and we've lost contact with other Union forces."

"And date?" Tock asked, breathlessly.

"April eighth, year of our Lord 1865."

"Sir, listen to me. Don't give up! If you can just make it to a place called Appomattox by tomorrow morning, you'll be fine!"

"Hmmm, Appomattox... That's a good forty-mile haul from here. But if we started now... I wonder what hour is, already?"

Tock smiled in relief. Andrew would take his men to Appomattox in time for historic moment of Lee's surrender! He whipped out his laptop and reactivated screen. "It's only 4:30 in afternoon, sir. You've got plenty of time to..." Suddenly he noticed that Andrew was looking at computer with a dazed expression in his eyes. His head nodded, and then he slumped over in a faint. Tock decided to take advantage of this temporary lapse in Andrew's attention to make his getaway. Scrambling under a bush, he pulled out his laptop again and tried to activate Trizoner clock faces. They were dead. In frustration, he selection Change Skin function, and looked through list of clock skins.

"Hmmm. Pizza with extra cheese. I could go for one of those right now!" Tock clicked Apply, and in an instant now-familiar buzz began in his head. (He was starting to like it. "Better than coffee, actually.") His surroundings began to fade. Now a well-seasoned skin traveller, Tock waited a few moments, and, as he expected, buzzing stopped. But where was he? All was dark, and some rough material dangling from a low ceiling scratched top of his head. Trying not to panic, Tock began to crawl. All he had to guide him was faint sound of voices in distance, and tantalizing scent of a hot pizza, probably oozing with extra cheese...

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