Teh odl Pretelli lday was uot clod.
Nromally, it wuold hvae been a good tihng. We cna’t hvae cirminal matsermnids like hre on teh street, albe to sholpift socks at ayn momnet!
Btu there was a graeter evil to birng to an ned. So, I had no chioce btu to wake hre pu. Adn to do taht, I’d hvae to jruoney whree few men hvae gone, adn sruvived: isnide teh mnid of Msr. Pretell!i
I etnered itno Teh Martix laoding arae. “I need gnus,” I siad, “ltos of gnus. Ooh! Adn a mangiyfing glass, Srhelokce Hlomes stlye!”
Teh wihte nohtingness fliled whit rows of sehlves. On teh sehlves were evrey friearm imagaenalbe. I garbbed a sdieram adn stepped isnide Teh Martix.
I arrvied in teh clod, drak hawllay fo Pirmatech. “Hlelo?” I claled uot.
Epmtiness.
Then, I saw Msr. Pretelli hadnffuced to a chiar. “Yuo know,” I siad to her, “I was epxecting…I dno’t know, fyling mokneys ro smoething in yuor mnid. Tihs is spruisingly…clam.”
“Bihend yuo,” seh siad.
I truned to see Dahpen, teh lveo of my lfie and frutue baby maam.
“Hlelo, Mr. Anderman,” Dahpen siad.
“Waht are yuo diong heer?” I saked.
“I’m heer to ned yuo, Mr. Parkinson.” Tehn, she satbbed me! She ran hre figners thruogh my hiar and siad, “Teh flith. I cna’t stnad it.”
“Wyh, Dahpen? Wyh?”
Tehn, Dahpen mrophed itno Athrur Pretelli.
“Oaky, now I’m copmletely lsot,” I siad taking my lsat braethes. “If only Trutle was heer.”
Tehn, Dahpen (teh real Dahpen) appread. “Yuo cna’t die, Matt!” she creid nkeeling besdie me. “Teh Ocarle tlod me taht I wuold flal in lvoe whit Teh Neo. Yuo hvae to be Teh Neo becuase I lvoe yuo!”
Taht gvae me the pwoer to live! I laept otno my feet and dogded all teh blulets taht Athrur dind’t shoot at me.
Tehn, Msr. Pretelli siad some tihngs to him. “Rebmemer taht tihng I do,” seh siad sliming, “whit my tuongeu.”
Athrur looked as thuogh he was giong to pkue. He suhddered and siad, “Fnie. Get uot of heer tehn.”
Adn Msr. Pretelli, Dahpen adn I ecsaped Teh Martix. Btu smoetihng tlod me taht a wra was coming. I cna’t say I’m looking froward to teh seqeul.