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“Yabba-Dabba-Doo!” the voice boomed from his throat, a voice not his own, yet utterly joyful.

The heart monitor flatlined.

Desperate, he drove his foot-car to the edge of Bedrock. The simulation had never rendered beyond the town limits. There was just a flat, gray void where the quarry should be. He stood at the edge, his big, cartoon feet on the precipice of nothing.

This, Arthur realized, was not escape. It was return. A return to a Saturday morning when the biggest worry was whether Dino would knock over the mail.