Before the imprisoned writer could choose a door all
the doors sprang open and a eerie green mist poured out
of each one,threatening to engulf her.
She backed away back to the center of this unworldly room,where
the old battered Underwood typewriter she'd been using lay,with a
sheet of military type paper in the carriage.
It was dated Friday March 13th 1949 and was in dutch,and
appeared to be a military memo from a Korporal to HQ
and described a upcoming mission of the boys of the 5th battalion 9th Infantry Regiment
to the rebel camp across the river where Dr Harry Nijveld was on a
medical mission to lend aid to the rebels from surrounding territory.
As the writer stared at the piece of paper,she suddenly noticed
her name on it,and before her eyes the letters rearranged themselves
into a new name,for a Rebel Chieftains daughter who was nine months pregnant
and in urgent need of care.
Before the imprisoned writer could escape,she felt her body shrink,grow more slight,her
belly swelled out and her blouse faded away as her breasts darkened,swelled with
milk and her dress turned into a sari.
The remade rebel asian girl squealed in fright as she collapsed on her
knees as the green mists covered her up and pulled.
When the green mist cleared away,she lay half nude on the riverbank,her
Chieftan father beside her.
Off in the river,the wary dutch boys of the 5-9 approached in their
dugout canoe,the little Sears Stay-putt outboard engine pushing them
closer to the unfriendly rivers bank...