The Rings of Poseidon

by Mike Crowson

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  Driving around Spain you can take the toll motorways and make fast progress if you're so minded and at one point, entering Madrid from the north-west, the road is fourteen lanes wide, where traffic crosses and merges. Ian was driving far too fast. Stella still sat vacantly in the back of the car - alive but mindless.

  "I really think she should see a doctor," said Juliana. "She's eaten nothing for breakfast and nothing for dinner. I think she's dying."

  "She's had some kind of bad experience on the astral, that's all," answered Ian. "We need to get to Boloña quickly, then we can see to Stella. If she hasn't already snapped out of it by then. Don't you agree Cornelius?"

  Cornelius nodded.

  "I'll just look out for a filling station before we head on south," Ian added.