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Sanyeel didn't resist as Earl picked her up this time. He carried her and the promo pic upstairs.

He stood the picture up against the wall behind his computer and set Sanyeel down beside it. Then he took a pic with his webcam. "Come over here," he said, waving her closer.

She was very interested in the laptop screen, waving her hands across it and staring at the light it projected. He let her walk around behind it, probably looking for the lamp, while he called up a pic someone had taken of him in a group of sailors.

He tapped the desk and she returned to the front. "This is Earl," he said, drawing a circle around his face in the pic. "This is NOT Earl," he said as he circled Briseek's face. She just looked confused.

So he called up the pic of her and the photo and did the same thing. "This is Sanyeel," he said, "this is NOT Sanyeel." There was no glimmer of understanding in her face.

He tried it a couple different ways, moving the pics around, but she seemed too dense. He ran his hands over his face, trying to think of something.

"Some way to tell you that you're not her. That the pic is just some look-a-like. An incredibly unlikely look-a-like. You're probably thinking it some sort of spell I used to summon you.."

He felt a touch at his wrist and uncovered his eyes. Sanyeel stood there, her face inches from his nose. She smiled softly and stroked his cheek. "Eeke testa chuk. Hurl vespt pond."

"Either you trust me, or you forgive me for being a low-grade moron," he interpreted, mostly from her expression. She stroked his cheek once more and turned around.

Then she froze. He watched as she moved her head back and forth, staring at the pics on the screen.

She stepped back, then once more. Her foot waved over the edge of the desk and he caught her just as she tried to take another step away from the images.

He held her at the waist as he kicked the desk chair away from the computer. "Why back?" he asked. She didn't answer, of course, but got more and more tense as he drew away.

"Are you farsighted or-?"

"Sanyeel!" she shouted, pointing at her pic. "Pes Hurl!" She turned to smile over her shoulder. "Sanyeel! Hurl!"

"You couldn't make out the images up close!" he said. "Oh, maybe your eyesight is too good, you see the dot things. The pixels. Okay, let's try this again!" He turned the chair around and lowered her.

She sat on his pillow and watched him repeat the first demonstration. She had it in seconds.

"Sanyeel," she said, tapping her chest. Then she hit the pillow under her. "NOT Sanyeel. NOT Hurl." She rolled to her feet and jumped to the floor. She touched everything, pointing out that each item was neither Earl nor Sanyeel.

When she climbed up to the desk surface, she approached the screen. She wasn't quite as confident as she suggested that the guy riding the gas generator was Earl. He nodded, pointed and identified himself.

Then she pointed to her own face. "Sanyeel." And to the actress. "NOT Sanyeel."

"Exactly," he agreed. They smiled, lots of teeth showing at both scales. Then she picked up the photograph and waved it at him.

"Hit me?" she asked.

He shook his head, cracked his knuckles and stared at his little guest. "I was afraid it would come to this, Sanyeel," he said solemnly. "We're going to have to go.. on the internet!"

"Intanet," she repeated. He propped up the pillow so she was comfortable and started surfing.

He wasn't that much of a science fiction fan, but he's seen a lot of those movies. Spend ninety days on a sub, you see a lot of every kind of movie.

Earl was looking for a certain type of scene, though: the dawning realization. The classic 'We're not in Kansas, Toto,' line, the original or the various parodies.

He showed Sanyeel character after character suffering through some climactic change, including big flashes of light, then finding themselves in a world unlike what they'd known.

Since she couldn't speak English, he avoided those where there was just a different president, or women had all the men roles in society, or a different flag over the White House. Why would Sanyeel be shocked at a Swastika?

But the transition from New York to knightly courts, that she grasped. Or the shift from black and white to Technicolor. Or getting off a plane to see a dinosaur.

He found a shot of Gulliver tied down by the Lilliputians. Sanyeel laughed for ten minutes. "Right," he said. "I'm definitely hiding all the dental floss before bed."

After a couple hours of surfing for shocking transitions, he started looking for the chef competition. Sanyeel's look-a-like was all over the place. Cooking, talking, posing, acting and selling her books.

"Do you get that?" he finally asked her. He knelt by the bed, face next to her feet. "Don't worry about the picture. This isn't you. This is a different woman. And all you really need to know, she's just part of the weirdness you're going through."

There was no way she understood his message. But she did look reassured. She looked deep into his eyes and stroked his cheek. She stood and stroked a hand through Earl's hair. There was a slight giggle.

"Yeah, military haircut's too short to stake down, isn't it?" he said. He pantomimed having long, wavy hair, then yanking it to the bed. She pretended to hammer a spike down through his fisted hair.

She started laughing again, losing control of the hammer and almost swinging herself over the side. He caught her and held her. She wouldn't stop laughing, which made him start.

He rolled over onto the mattress and held her over his chest. They continued laughing for quite a while. Every time one got control and came to a stop, the other would offer a wry smile and they were off again.
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