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musical girl has been marphed back to
your home planet, Earth, where she has forgotten her stay here. She
will stand what is there called trial to see if she may be pardoned
of what she has done to her sociopathic fan. Perhaps she will be
permitted to sing for the humans once again.”
    “Well,
that’s good, I guess,” Lionel replied. He was sincerely glad that
the pop star, Loretta J, had been sent back home to New York, where
she would hopefully be able to go back to her career, that is, if
she did not face charges for killing her would be assassin.
    “I hope that you do not
feel too bad. And, I also hope that you may find the means to
forgive me for what I have allowed to be done to you, perhaps at
least in some time that will pass. Just a heads up, by the way,
time passes in a sequence slightly different here on Zebda than it
does on Earth, at least as far as I know. When I first witnessed
the murder, and also when I traveled to Earth of late to retrieve
you, I progressed one year in age chronologically. It is my
experience that when one travels to Earth from Zebda, this happens.
It does not occur when relocating from Earth to Zebda.”
    “What are you
saying?”
    “What I’m saying,” Sam
continued, “Is that you have not aged a year yet, and, while you
remain here, you will age normally, but, once you return to Earth,
you will be nineteen instead of eighteen. I turned five when I
first went to New York all those years ago, so I was one year older
than you. When I marphed the second time, I turned twenty. However,
I have marphed two more times since then in order to communicate
with my father, which makes me now twenty two years of age, at
least according to Earth years and laws of aging.”
    “Oh, I
see. That’s no big deal, Sam. I’m miserable anyway. It’s not like I
care if I lose a couple of years. I’ll still have a full life once
I’m away from this place.”
    Samakri seemed rather amused
by this remark that Lionel made. A friendlier-than-usual grin
formed on her perfect, smooth lips, and she flipped her purple mane
in a seductive, yet conspicuous manner. It made Lionel want her
even more than ever. Then, just as quickly as Sam’s
extraterrestial-style attempt at flirting had passed, so did her
friendly nature.
    “Samakri!” boomed the
voice of her father, Armpha Blekrin. “Daughter! I demand you to
report to me at once! Please end your frivolous and revolting
conversation with the Earth boy at once or you will lose your
marphing privileges!”
    “Sorry, Lionel,” the
gorgeous alien said. “I really, really, really need my ability to
transport myself between planets in every galaxy across space. It’s
kind of my job. So, maybe, talk to you another time? Hopefully
soon?”
    “Sure,”
Lionel replied, all too eager to see Samakri and speak with her
again some time in the near future, despite the fact that a part of
her--the part of her that was loyal to Zebda and to
Blekrin--clearly wanted Lionel to meet his untimely demise. He was
becoming even more of a tool than Scotch.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Lionel spent what seemed
like many dreadful and wasted days on Zebda, in and out of sleep,
tossing and turning; no one to comfort him or pay any attention to
him or his needs whatsoever. After what would have been nearly a
week, at least in Earth years, Lionel awoke fully; the effects of
the highly potent drug completely worn off.
    It was peculiar; strange,
really; the way that things worked on planet Zebda. He found
himself that day in the Zebdian version of what most earthlings
would call a hospital, only, of course, everything there was made
out of Yalmax. Lionel was beginning to truly despise the element;
he thought of it as “the element of torture” and “the element of
death.”
    Later that day, after Lionel
was released from the hospital, he was sent back to prison, but,
this time, to a much safer and more sanitary part of the prison. He
had a bed to lay on, made of a soft liquified Yalmax.