David awoke a short time later, head fuzzy. He sat up looked around, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Mitch? Mitch where are you?" He was still surprised by the young timbre of his 10-year-old voice. "Oh man. What happened?" He stood up and realized he was still swamped in an oversized men's security guard uniform. "Darnit!" He tugged his pants up.
"Something wrong, little boy?" A tall, tan man wearing nothing but gym shorts and running shoes loomed over him. He had a muscular chest covered in a thick layer of black hair, and a rugged beard with dark features.
"Who are you?" David rubbed his eyes. "Where'd Mitch go?"
"I'm Francisco Fuzzychest." The man stooped down and put a hand on David's shoulder, steadying him.
"What kind of a name is that?"
"Everyone has names like that in the Daddy Dimension."
"OH yeah, I forgot. This weird place." David groaned. "Mr. uh..."
"Fuzzychest."
"Mr. Fuzzychest, see me and my friend Mitch are grown ups and we don't really belong here."
"Oh that must have been the other little boy. I saw him walk away with a rich, powerful Daddy. Lucky kid. You look a little out of it. He must have puffed you with a little sleepy smoke."
David yawned. "Sleepy smoke?"
"Oh yeah. Magic cigars. Come in handy when you're looking to mesmerize or put a little guy down for a nap."
"But I'm not a little guy, I'm a grown up. My name is David Smith and I'm 38 years old."
"You look more like little Davey to me." Francisco Fuzzychest suddenly scooped David up under his armpits and lifted him clean off the ground, leaving his pants, shoes and socks on the ground. "Little Davey, it can be lonely in the Daddy Dimension for little boys who don't have a Daddy."
David's heart pounded as Mr. Fuzzychest held him up against his huge hairy torso.
"I bet you feel awfully funny right now. What do you think's going to happen to you, Little Davey?"