​     The four of them found themselves blocked by two more exhibits.​ The Wild West exhibit. The Ten Million Year B.C. exhibit.

​     "Sounds a little rough," Brock said.

     "Aw, c'mon," Estelle said. "We're a little rough. We're Valids, remember? There's nothing real about this place, Brock. This is an amusement park. It's like we're in Disneyland. Let's hurry up and get through it so we can get to the Domitikan portal."

     "I think I'm going to want to agree with Brock, here," Gramps said. "I've got an unpleasant feeling about this whole situation. The Fours would never spend a billion dollars and a year building this place unless it planned on making ten billion in return, and quickly. I say let's stay away from the exhibits where there's even the slightest possibility of trouble."

     "Okay, with the Ten Million Years exhibit we've got dinosaurs," Estelle said. "With the Wild West exhibit, we've got six shooters and arrows. What's your poison?"

     "I'd probably go with the arrows," Gramps said.

     "Let's hurry this up," Brock said. "Gramps and me, we're thinking the same way here. This place gives me the creeps."

CONTINUE