Neil Gaiman - InterWorld 2-Book Collection

would like to dedicate this book to his son Mike, who read the manuscript and liked it and encouraged us, and always asked when he was going to be able to read it in a real book.

would like to dedicate this book to Steve Saffel.

This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true on one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of possible universes is true in one of them, then it must be true in all of them. So maybe its not as fictional as we think.

ONCE I GOT LOST in my own house.

I guess it wasnt quite as bad as it sounds. We had just built a new annexadded a hallway and a bedroom for the squid, aka Kevin, my really little brotherbut still, the carpenters had left and the dust had settled over a month ago. Mom had just sounded the dinner call and I was on my way downstairs. I took a wrong turn on the second floor and found myself in a room wallpapered with clouds and bunnies. I realized Id turned right instead of left, so I promptly made the same mistake again and blundered into the closet.

By the time I got downstairs Jenny and Dad were already there and Mom was giving me the Look. I knew trying to explain would sound lame, so I just clammed up and dug in to my mac and cheese.

But you see the problem. I dont have what my aunt Maude used to call a bump of direction. If anything, Ive got a hollow where the bump should be. Forget knowing north from south or east from westI have a hard enough time telling right from left. Which is all pretty ironic, considering how things turned out...

But Im getting ahead of myself. Okay. Im going to write this like Mr. Dimas taught us. He said it doesnt matter where you start, as long as you start somewhere. So Im going to start with him.

It was the end of the October term of my sophomore year, and everything was pretty normal, except for Social Studies, which was no big surprise. Mr. Dimas, who taught the class, had a reputation for unconventional teaching methods. For midterms he had blindfolded us, then had us each stick a pin in a map of the world and we got to write essays on wherever the pin stuck. I got Decatur, Illinois. Some of the guys complained because they drew places like Ulan Bator or Zimbabwe. They were lucky. You try writing ten thousand words on Decatur, Illinois.

But Mr. Dimas was always doing stuff like that. He made the front page of the local paper last year and nearly got fired when he turned two classes into warring fiefdoms that tried to negotiate peace for an entire semester. The peace talks eventually broke down and the two classes went to war on the quad during free period. Things got a little carried away and a few bloody noses resulted. Mr. Dimas was quoted on the local news as saying, Sometimes war is necessary to teach us the value of peace. Sometimes you need to learn the real value of diplomacy in avoiding war. And Id rather my students learned those lessons on the playground than on the battlefield.

Rumor at school was that he was going to be canned for that one. Even Mayor Haenkle was pretty annoyed, seeing as how his sons nose was one of the ones bloodied. Mom and Jennymy younger sisterand I sat up late, drinking Ovaltine and waiting for Dad to come home from the city council meeting. The squid was fast asleep in Moms lapshe was still breast-feeding him back then. It was after midnight when Dad came in the back door, tossed his hat on the table and said, The vote was seven to six, in favor. Dimas keeps his job. My throats sore.

Mom got up to fix Dad some tea, and Jenny asked Dad why hed gone to bat for Mr. Dimas. My teacher says hes a troublemaker.

He is, Dad said. Thanks, hon. He sipped the tea, then went on. Hes also one of the few teachers around who actually cares about what hes doing, and who has more than a spoonful of brains to do it with. He pointed his pipe at Jenny and said, Past the witching hour, sprite. You belong in bed.

That was how Dad was. Even though hes just a city councilman, he has more sway among some people than the mayor does. Dad used to be a Wall Street broker, and he still handles stocks for a few of Greenvilles more prominent citizens, including several on the school board. The councilman job takes only a few days a month most of the year, so Dad drives a cab most days. I asked him once why he did it, since his investments keep the wolf from the door even without Moms home jewelry business, and he said he liked meeting new people.

Youd think that nearly getting fired mightve thrown a scare into Mr. Dimas and gotten him to back off a little, but no such luck. His idea for this years Social Studies final was pretty extreme even for him. He divided our class into ten teams of three each, blindfolded us againhe was big on blindfoldsand had a school bus drop us off at random places in the city. We were supposed to find our way to various checkpoints within a certain time without maps. One of the other teachers asked what this had to do with Social Studies, and Mr. Dimas said that everything was Social Studies. He confiscated all cell phones, phone cards, credit cards and cash so we couldnt call for rides or take buses or cabs. We were on our own.

And that was where it all began.

Its not like we were in any real dangerdowntown Greenville isnt downtown LA or New York or even downtown Decatur, Illinois. The worst that might happen would be an old lady clobbering us with her purse if one of us was foolish enough to try to help her across 42nd Avenue. Still, I was partnered with Rowena Danvers and Ted Russell, which meant that this was going to be interesting.

The school bus pulled away in a cloud of diesel smoke and we took our blindfolds off. We were downtownthat much was obvious. It was the middle of the day, a chilly October afternoon. Traffic, both foot and car, was pretty light. I immediately looked for the street sign, which said we were on the corner of Sheckley Boulevard and Simak Street.

And I knew where we were.

This was such a surprise that I was tongue-tied for a moment. I was the kid who could get lost going to the corner mailbox, but I knew where this waswe were standing right across the street and down the block from the dentist, where Jenny and I had both had our teeth cleaned just a couple of days before.

Before I could say anything, Ted pulled out the card Mr. Dimas had given each of us on which was written the location where we were to be picked up. We have to get to the corner of Maple and Whale, he said. Hey, maybe we can get your dad to pick us up, Harker.

This is all you have to know about Ted Russell: He wouldnt be able to spell IQ. Not because hes dumbwhich he is, as a bag of rocksbut because he couldnt be bothered. He was a year older than me, due to having been kept back. I knew I would get nothing but the kind of jokes even grade-schoolers would roll their eyes at from him. But I was willing to put up with Russell, obnoxious jerk that he was, to be hereto be anywherewith Rowena Danvers.