"Does the bus to Blunder stop here," boomed a voice gently from behind?
Melinda Flannagan turned to see a Large Man of Imperious Bearing wearing safari gear standing at the bus stop with her. "I don't know," she began guardedly. "I don't even know where that is."
"Then you are a stupid little girl indeed," huffed the man quaintly. "What do they teach in the schools these days? Anyway? Blunder is only the nexus of activity for paranormeal studies. And I have urgent dealings with the President."
Melinda, being only six and on her own for the moment, clutched her doll Dennis and pondered a response. Silence seemed fitting.